On this dark and stormy night, Panda was met by a shady man in a warehouse just outside the city limits of Los Angeles. The man pulled a manila folder from his trench coat and handed it to Panda. His only words were, "Get the job done by midnight." At this point, Panda knew what his job was.

Shortly after the meeting at the warehouse, Panda was in his car headed back into Los Angeles. He opened the manila folder to view his information.

• Target: Police Commissioner Joseph Morgan
• Location: Private home in downtown LA
• Deadline: Midnight
• Status: Protected

After reading the contents of the envelope, he burned the evidence and tossed it out the window. He is nearly to the house mentioned in the envelope, noting that the time is 11:30. He parks his car a few blocks down, walking slowly towards the house, noting the protection of the target. "Three bodyguards," He says under his breath.

He sneaks around the back of the house, carefully noting the bodyguards positions. He pulls out his silenced 9 mm and sneaks into the house. He checks the kitchen, no one. The living room, no one. He noticed the house had an upstairs, so he decides to check up there. Climbing the stairs slowly, trying not to make a sound. He suddenly feels cold steel pressed to his skull. "If you know what's best for you, you will give up now," States an unknown assailant.

He turns sharply, pistol whipping the man in the face. Once the man is blinded by pain, he sweeps his legs out from under him, quickly pressing a knife to his throat. "Where is he?" Asks Panda in a whisper. The man refuses to answer. With a swift motion of his wrist, the man has blood pouring from his throat onto his nice suit. With the commotion, another bodyguard seems to have crept up on Panda. The bodyguard quickly grabs him and throws him to the ground, placing a knee against Panda's chest.

"You will not get out of this alive," Said the much larger bodyguard. Sadly, he did not account for Panda's training. With a quick jab to the throat, the man was choking on his own words. Gurgling blood and spittle. Panda glances at his watch, noticing he has but mere minutes left before his time is up. He rushes through the house to the master bedroom, running full force into the last bodyguard, knocking him on his ass. He quickly shot the bodyguard in the head, brain matter covering the white carpet.

"Do you know how hard it is to get blood stains out of a white carpet?!" Exclaimed the commissioner. "No sir, however, I am sure it is quite a bit tougher to get blood stains out of white silk," Replies Panda. With that being said, he points the silenced 9mm at the commissioner's head and fired. The commissioner's brains were all over the silk sheets. He quickly takes a picture of the scene.

With the hit taken care of, he returns to the run down warehouse to meet with the contact yet again. Tossing him the photograph, Panda walks out of the warehouse with two million crisp ones.

Panda ill fight back to back with you anyday