I'm trying to make something different here. This may seem like someone's blog and the truth is that I borrowed the idea. *evil laughs*.

18:00 p.m.

The people on that boat could've never predicted that.

Mississippi river: on board, the urban legend, Mr. 47, the bald-headed clone assassin. His mission: to eliminate this guy, and this guy, and this guy, and this guy, and 3 other guys. "Madness" he thought but still, the deadliest man on earth started another "stealth" mission. The boat was big. Five floors, well-dressed rich people talking about rich businesses, but what they didn't knew was that 47 was tired of his discrete status. He needed some action, some bullet power. The fancy dressed people on the restaurant floor never saw that coming.

Fires appeared from nowhere; slowly the people started falling into the ground, some of them dead, some of them just trying to survive that nightmare. Those people could not see who the shooter was, not only because of the intense fear they felt but also, because "the psycho" picked up an SMG (in other words, you're dead). The guards were all dead, the room was destroyed and the few remaining people didn't even stood a chance to pray for mercy, as more guards entered the room, all falling one by one. The dude leaved the room. It was time to finish his real victims: the captain and 6 other dudes. Three of them appeared in a futile attempt to prevent 47 from completing his mission. He knew what he had to do and nothing could stop him. The dudes died along with more guards and then, he climbed the stairs until the face off with the captain that endured proximally 1.5 seconds. Then he took some pictures from the safe.

The other three dudes could run but they could never hide. The river was deadly. There was no possible escape, except for him, that had all set up from the beginning. Two of them tried to face him, but in vain, so they were the 31st and the 32nd victims of that terrible massacre. The last one hid in the engine room but he was no match for 47's super updated, victim finder map. He never saw the shot that hit his head. Mission completed. The rescue boat was on the back of the ferry.

"Psychopath kills 33" was the headline on the newspaper front page, but 47 didn't consider that as an act of craziness. It was just a more exciting way of doing his job.