The portents were clear, the seers had triple checked the prophecy before they had called him. It was a job that he truly hated.
Watching his target move down the street Xander sighed before stepping out to block his path "Mister Sully," he asked and sighed as the man looked up and noticed him for the first time.
It wasn't the first time they had called him in to do a job like this, it probably wouldn't be the last either, but as the primal part of the other mans mind finally screamed at him the danger he was in Xander pulled the trigger twice and watched as the innocent man died at his feet.
He hadn't always been like this, centuries ago Xander had been a man that would do anything for his friends and family, but spending centuries watching your planet die around you as you fought for it had a way of breaking even the strongest spirit.
Quickly rifling through his pockets Xander pulled out the cash and credit vouchers, they would be dropping in a drainage ditch several miles away.
Avoiding the lifeless eyes of the man he had just murdered Xander turned and walked away from the rapidly cooling corpse.
The seers had assured him that this would be the last thing needed bring about a better future; Xander was finally free of the council.
Taking a deep breath of smog chocked air Xander headed for the space-port, a one way ticket to Pandora burning a hole in his pocket.