The Names
They sat on a bench with two objects in their pockets. One of them was a gun. This person was unremarkable, nothing unique about them. Just how they liked to be. They were calm, not even nervous, however, this did not stop their leg from bouncing as they waited. They had a phone in hand, looking at it as if they were another normal person on the street just trying to avoid eye contact with the people around them. A set of earbuds were in their ears, waiting for the signal for go time.
