Cassandra Cain

A tip off regarding a collective group of ex cons seemed to spur their own attempt at forming a new wave of local chaos. The client was unknown, but the pay was far more than he anticipated it to be. Though money was the last thing he cared about.

All he needed to know is that they were all compromised of potential problems he wanted to see put in the ground before they flourish. Half were rumored to be former punks that believed and did dirty work for the Joker. Others were confirmed Falcone's men. So what does two polar opposite crime thugs have in common enough to form up? On the outside, nothing.

But the info he obtained from his informant spoke more to it. A disposable unit for Waller, maybe.

Still, the only thing on his mind was taking out the thorns that could compromise the two people he cared most about now in his life.

That's where this building marked for reconstruction comes into play. And already, two suppressed shots were fired out to snuff the lookouts at the front entry way. Through the head, and neck. Clean, and concise.

The click of shoes follow as the darkness reveal the Boogeyman who leaned down into a crouch, patting and securing a keycard from the bodies. They weren't worth much after this, but he couldn't afford eyes on the area just yet. So John hoists them into the garbage bin, where they belong. Shutting it down tight. Ready for pickup from the city dump.

Armed to the teeth with his own guns beneath his suit, this was something he aimed to finish up quickly. The door chimes open..and he makes his way through the hall. Hopefully, unseen. He'll pretend he's here as a man of interest, for now.