Blood red hair, black nail polish, gauges, and a lip ring. These are the thing that set Alden apart from his hitman counterparts. Not that he was a better shot, or that he had never left a job unfinished, it was that he looked different, and this upset him. Today he was going to change that, he was going to make a name for himself. Alden set up an M14 with a 6x scope on top of an apartment building. He was about to make the biggest mistake of his life. His half brother, a made man in the Morietti Crime family walked out of a diner in Manhattan. And just as he went to open his car door, his head exploded. A bullet had torn through his eye and out of the base of his skull.

"Sorry bro.."

Alden got up from his spot, packing his rifle away into a large case as he heard screaming and sirens below. He walked down the fire escape of the building and entered his BMW 315i driving away as a single tear ran down his cheek. He stopped in an alley and got out of his car, laying on the hood to think about what he had just done.

The roar of a powerful engine and the screech of tires were hear echoing throughout the alleyway, as a 1968 d0dge charger turned into the alleyway racing towards the parked BMW with speeds that made it almost assured that their would be a collision. However te driver of the Charger was no stranger behind the wheel, he knew with the little time he had just hitting the breaks wouldn't be enough. So he turns the car sharply as the frond and back bumper would grind on wall making sparks fly as he now hit the breaks and because of his little stunt he was able to come to a full stop at the cost of a little damage to his car instead of a total wreck. The smell of burnt rubber filled the air as the Chargers engine got quiet and that quiet was followed by the sound of the drivers door opening as the daredevil driver stepped out as he slipped his keys into his pocket. The driver was dressed in a long black leather overcoat and he was armed with a custom revolver with a long barrel and oh his side he had a sheathed katana and his reasoning for having these tools of murder was he was here to do just that.

"So you're what they sent huh?"

Alden quickly pulled out a shotgun from out of the cars window as he cocked it sending a shell into the air.

It was obious that the man Eian was sent here to kill was smarter then the average thug so he quickly redyed his gun aiming it to the head of his target.

"Yes, Your boss sent me to kill you after you finished the job he sent you to accomplish..Now tell me, how could any sane man kill their flesh and blood?"

"Maybe I'm not sane!"

Alden quickly shot at the man sending a barrage of shotgun pellets at him as he quickly hopped behind his car to get cover and protect himself in the fire fight that was about to ensue.