The only potential threat has been countered. There is only one thing left to do. He breaks from the crouched position he was in, and makes his way to the old and dilapidated house that looms strikingly in the reddish-black sky. A flash of lightning briefly illuminates the house. It is large, with hefty walls and a great wooden door for an entrance. Some windows are broken, but the superstructure is sound. The car stops just a few metres from it. The driver inside the car has literally been frozen stiff by the advanced weapon the assassin used. She is still attached to the steering column. He pushes the car over the bridge with ease. He calmly carries on walking at a steady, unrelenting pace towards the house, as if he has done nothing out of the ordinary. All that obstructs his path to the house, now, is an old fence that is enclosed in rust and soaring weeds. Climbing the tall fence would not have been a problem for him, but at the apex is barbed wire. He will have to linger.
Still crouched down, he spots the car he has been waiting for. It is approaching the house, fast. He prepares himself. The car unexpectedly slows down and, as it approaches, the fence gate opens with a heavy metallic whine. The car is silver, with a large cabin and with all the windows stained. He will soon have to follow the car after it passes through the gate, but not so soon as to be seen by the driver. The car slowly passes through the gate and the assassin follows it through without making a sound. It stalls just beside the house, but the driver does not re-start it and gets out to enter the house. A cold breeze blows, sending leaves dancing noisily across the rock-strewn ground surrounding the car, which has been parked in such a way that makes it look as if it wants to enter the house through the oversized entrance that appears ample to let the car through.
The coast is clear. Now is the time to enter the house. The assassin estimates that the chimney is large enough for him to clamber down. He climbs up the side of the house using the water gutter as foot leverage. No sooner has he climbed up onto the roof does he descend the chimney and enter the house. It is pitch black. He suavely strikes a match and holds it out in front of him as if it is a gun. Unlike the outside, the inside of the house is very well conserved. To his great surprise, there is not a camera or security system in sight. However, the thing that shocks him the most is that the room is filled with paintings from different eras that appear to be of him. Hearing footsteps, he swiftly turns towards the direction he heard them coming from. Suddenly, bursting through the double doors arrives the man he had been following, holding a rifle with both arms. The assassin drops his cigarette and freezes in shock. The two are of exactly the same appearance. They look at each other straight in the eye. The man with the rifle sighs and fires, once, killing the assassin instantly.