Up on the roof of a rich estate, there was a man hiding behind a ridge. He checked his gun, double checking the ammo. His target was inside the estate, and Bailey had been paid good money to kill him. However, he knew that another assassin was after his target so he had to move quick. Scaling down the walls of the estate, he landed softly and with a roll. It was night, and he was dressed in all black. A hood covered his blonde hair, and the scar that covered half of his face. However, his ice blue eyes were visible. They held no emotion whatsoever. He knew he had to do whatever it took to kill his target. He needed the money right now. Having checked out the place before hand, he headed over to the window and disabled the silent alarm. Opening the window, he headed inside. Bailey preferred to shoot his targets from afar, with a long range sniper. He was a very, very precise shooter. He could hold his own hand to hand. However, this one target was difficult. He was a hermit. Never went out, or strayed next to windows. So Bailey had to go inside. He didn't like getting his hands dirty, but this needed to be quick. He checked his silencer as he stopped outside of the bedroom door.