Baba_Yaga was sitting in his black four-door Ford. You can hear the pouring rain coming from the outside and hitting the roof of his vehicle. Baba knew his target was inside, hoping to catch him off guard. In his holsters were two fully loaded pistols ready to be used to secure his kill. Walking from his car, across the street, and down the street forward towards the bar. The owner of the bar has given him a helpful tip, that his target is a frequent customer of the establishment. Inches from the front door now, Baba walks in and finds himself a seat in the corner of the darkroom. Baba sees a couple of gentleman playing billiards, with a passed out man sitting in one of the wooden bar stools. 

But no sign of the target, so Baba had to wait. He ordered some whiskey and sat there surveying the people around him. Then out from the small corner bathroom, his drunken target comes out. Baba moves closer, while his target readjusts his pants. But when he gets up four men, work his way surrounding him. One of them walks over to the back door, changing the sign from open to closed. Baba can already tell, he walked into a trap. Using his pistols in this close range would just be hazardous to himself. Looking around the room for something to use to protect himself, he sees a yellow pencil, as the biggest guy walks over, ready to attack. Baba grabs the pencil and slams it into the man’s throat instantly killing him as he falls to the ground. Two more men come forward, attacking him from the side and back. Grabbing the pole cue, slamming it onto the first guys head. The other man punches Baba in the back before he is hip tossed onto the billiards table. Baba lands an elbow to his throat, before focusing on the last two standing. 

The target stands there in the corner since the only exit was blocked by Baba. One rushes at him throwing a wild haymaker, which Baba easily counters and front kicks him in the torso. With an eye punch, the man falls down for the moment, before Baba feels a switchblade pierce his back. Baba turns around to see the last guard holding the bloody switchblade. As the man lunges forward for another stab, Baba sweep kicks the man to the ground. Standing over him connecting with about ten hammer strikes to the head. As he gets up, he goes over to the broken cue, walking back over the man. Slamming the rest of the cue through the mans left eye. Baba’s target knows he is done for and begins to sob in defeat. Baba walks over, pulling out one of his pistols and putting it to the man’s forehead. He looks away, squeezing the trigger before leaving the bar. Walking across the street to his car, where he drives off, going back to the Continental. He needs a room to stay for the night and some food in his stomach. Also when he is there, his payment for the completed hit. 

Walking inside the Continental, Baba makes his way to the front desk and requests a room. Also asking to see if the manager is in, which he learns he is. Baba nods his way, taking his leave. He goes to his room and plops down in his bed. Planning on taking a small rest, before making his way to see the manager about his payment. His eyes, begin to tire before they are closed and he completely passes out.