"Headhunter." Jules sat at his desk and feels uncomfortable. "Headhunter" he thoughts again. "What a strange word for someone that is willed for just killing for a punch of money. He was pretty sure he was not hunting heads, but for the blood money.

He wasn't the guy for social contacts anyway, so he was fine with accepting this job and being out there alone. Hiding in the darkness as a snake and waiting for the perfect moment to finish out his prey. There is no reason for being dangerous, just having a good timing for one single well placed hit.

"You have me." he said, still having some doubts on this job. But for sure he will get more comfortable over the years. That's how he become a hunter.