Hello everyone once again. Now, this story is going to be different then my last because of the rateing, I am dropping it to T from M by cutting back on the language, and cutting details about violence, Anyways, Reviews are Wanted, And for anyone who has read all of my stories you will see where this is going. -The Author

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Prologue

I woke up with a start. It was freezing, I was laying on the ground in the middle of a park in Tundra Town, wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes, wiping away the sleep from them. I glanced around me and saw a badckpack next to me.

I opened it and examined the contents. A phone, charging cable, wallet. And a Browning Hi-Power. Okay... Car keys, and a Note.

I open the wallet to find 500$ cash in various bills and a debit card, drivers licence, boating licence, and a concealed carry permit.

I put the wallet, phone, cable and Hi-Power in my jeans and unfold the note.

"Congratulations. The keys are for a 2010 pickup across the street and there is a pair of keys in the truck for a apartment a few blocks away. Good Luck." It read.

I fold the note and put it in my pocket before swinging the backpack over my shoulder and begining to walk.

I quickly spot the pickup and begin to walk towards it.

As I am approaching the street a cop car goes flying past sirens blaring, I cross the street and hop into my truck. I find the mentioned house keys, along with another note.

"Now, I have an occupation for you, Some dead escape my grasp and make it back to the living world. Find the mammals I tell you to and end them, make it look like whatever you want it to, just don't get caught." It read, me understand it for some reason.

I start the car and drive to the address on the paper, it's a nice apartment building, across the street from a family run pub.

I park my truck in an empty space infront of the building and make my way inside, climbing to the top floor and walking up to the apartment number listed.

There is a note on the door from the landlord explaining a few rules and when rent is due.

I unlock the door and enter, glancing around my new home. There is a wooden crate on the counter in the kitchen.

I approach the crate and set my backpack on the ground next to the kitchen and walk up to the crate.

I open it and reveal two vastly different weapons. One, a scoped Mauser Karabiner 98 Kurz bolt action rifle dated 1939. The other a SKS dated 1950.

Below both of the weapons is a folder, I place the guns on the counter and pick up the folder.

Inside is a dossier on a mammal, Image, name, background, where they frequent, where they live, where they work, and a big red stamp saying 'Assassinate'.

I decide to do it sooner rather than later, and grab the 98k and leave the apartment.

It is no more then a 20 minute drive until I reach my destination. The mammal worked at the ZPD, just my luck.

I drove across the street and climbed to the top of the local news building via the fire escape, and made myself a little sniper's nest.

I loaded the rifle and took aim at the building opposite me. Inside I saw a strange sight. There were three armed mammals with my target infront of them, hands in the air.

My moral too the better of me, and I changed my aim from my target to the three gunmen and rapidly incapacitate them.

In the resulting chaos, I waited, not wanting to spook anyone further. I watched as the mammals were cleared, and my target seated in a chair infront of the reception desk, with two officers - a fox and a bunny - talking to him.

"Sorry to scar you for life." I say as I take aim at my target's head, and fire a single shot, watching the pants of the officers get coated in a layer of blood and brain matter.

After that I quickly disassemble the rifle and place it in a waterproof case I had purchased on my way here. And make my way to the fire escape and decend it in a rushed manner. Making my mind of who I am to be. I am going to take my targets, but I will also help stop crime by putting a bullet in the knee if any criminal I happen to find while watching a target.

I climb into my truck while finalizing my plans to be a chaotic good to the city. The police will not like me taking this corse of action, seeing as being a vigilante is illegal.

Drawing from one of my favorite series growing up I chose the title I wanted to be known by, muttering it to myself. "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition." I say with a smile driving home to begin my new life.