Two Assassins. One victim. Will they work together or against each other? Samantha skidded into a small town called Kester. Her motorbike was sleek and purple. She kicked the kickstand, pulling off her helmet, her fire red hair falling out from beneath it. This is what she was hired to do. There was a man that she was hired to kill here. You'd think her entrance was discreet but she didn't make money off of being secretive.