"And how do you think you'll assassinate a target with over 70 bodyguards?" The General said to the person standing in front of him as if the world government gave an assassination task to a dead squirrel. The person standing in front of him, adjusted his tie, his name tag which said, 'Dent Donor', took his shades from his coat pocket, flicked them on. "Boom." Dent said. "Click Click, and Bang Bang." Dent said walking towards the door. Right before he did though, he threw a twisted kitchen knife towards the ground. "One of the prisoners tried suicide again." Dent sighed. "Thank me later." Just then, a scientist placed a hand on General's shoulder. "He really needs help." She said. "Siren... what took you so long?" General replied with a chuckle. Boom! You could hear the explosion from miles away, and you could feel the chill in Dent from universes away as he walked in to the explosion, took his signature gun from his coat, an FK BRNO Field Pistol, but the handle is made of gold and has 'D' on it. He peeled off the burnt bunker door, walked in, no... climbed down... that's also not right... he descended into the bunker with all the elegance of an elegant person, and all you could hear after that was Bang. Bang. You could see Dent climbing back with a little blood on his pants. "I needed the money." Dent said.
Title Card, Right on the Money!