Kill the Kingpin! [Mission; Solo]

[Maximus D. Illumina]

Money wasn't very hard to come by in this town, not even close. It was even easier to find a job in order to make a quick buck or two. The young blond assassin found himself preparing to assassinate the supposed Kingpin of human trafficking in the region for a pretty hefty fee. Such a job as this would put him over the edge of being a nobody to becoming somebody. However, becoming a famous pirate wasn't something that he wanted to achieve instantly, that kind of overnight stardom actually sounded mundane.

Preparations were to be made and the location where the target did their business was to be scoped out before any action was to be taken. Though, Max was quite dutiful and had taken all the necessary precautions ahead of time. Now was the time for action, no hesitation whatsoever.

To himself he was a dangerous pirate capable of assassinating the most prideful of men. But what would others see in him? Nothing more than a harmless kid who could do not a single thing to harm a grown man. Ah, how they would be wrong.

Wearing some tattered rags as clothes, the young pirate would advance to the Dungeon Crab Bar, the hub for plenty of Loguetown's Black Market dealings. It was there that the Kingpin, Rufus DeMarco, would die. As he entered the bar, it seemed like any other in town to anyone who wasn't as observant as he was.

Heads turned as the young pirate entered, yet soon enough all eyes had returned to their previous resting places. Yes, that's right, he was only but a "child" so nobody pay too much attention.

[Maximus D. Illumina]

The young pirate was simply biding his time until it was the right moment to strike. However, his target was nowhere in sight but he knew for sure that man would be there. With a dejected look, he would call over the bartender with a meek wave of his hand.

"Water please, sir."

He would ask with the utmost amount of politeness in his voice. How else was a future victim of human trafficking supposed to act? Max looked the part so that also meant he had to play the part as well. Although his prowess was mainly in combat and stealth, he still had a way with acting that most could not compare. If anything, an assassin is simply an actor who knows how to kill and nothing more.

The middle-aged man grunted aloud, making his annoyance for the boy's presence known. However, there was a cup of water in front of him faster than he would have thought possible.

A single sip later and his thirst had begun to disappear. Though the taste of the water rose his suspicions rather quickly. Clearly, at the bottom of the cup was white residue, almost as if something had been dissolved in there. Instantly, he knew something was up. So what if these thugs were smart, he was smarter.

A roofie would not do him in. Not when he had a counter-agent for it. Always two steps ahead.