Apparently, you forgot to take something very important for your last job. See, mercenaries have this thing, it's called the 'One Last Job', you know, the final one before you go legitimate. You figured you'd be, well, not rich, but wouldn't have to work too hard for the rest of your life. More bits than you've ever seen in one place, and it would all be yours without any pesky taxes or explanations. It's unfortunate, but you failed to take what you were hired to take.

The only problem is the prize was guarded by a very difficult to pin down target. Yes, that's right, target. Targets are those ponies that seem to pop up, preventing you from getting your employer precisely what, or who, they want. This target's prize was all your employer wanted, but things just didn't happen the way you forgot to plan ahead for. Even more unfortunately for you, your current employer stalked every move you made, urging you to do this job quickly and quietly. The strange sounds in the wind, those eyes, and the… um, sleepless nights caused by other things. Maybe you shouldn't have taken this job.

But relax! You'll get the prize, you always do. Or did, until now. Sometimes the best thing to do is stomp every head in you find sticking up. After all, it's what you've been the best at.

WARNING: the mature, gore, and sex labels aren't a joke. Those will start showing up later.