RIP Duncan Hazeltine aka "Mr. Blonde"

I shivered violently as I was hit by yet another cold gust of breeze. There I sat, wedged against my targets car, whom I had tracked meticulously over a period of weeks. Finally, after what seemed like ages, he finally left opened his house door, and out walked his brother. Quickly, I jumped up and shot, realizing too late it was his brother. Duncan fled into his house, and tried to sneak around but it was all in vain. I foresaw his action and got into my defensive position and 3 shot later my foe lay dead, a bullet hole in the side of his head. Shortly thereafter, I was arrested, as apparently we aren't supposed "actually kill people". Whatever, Austin. I get out of prison in 12 years. Be scared, I'm gonna learn shit here.