A new target has been spotted, Rogue with his spy glass quickly ran secretly from his spot. Ran into the target's place, it was huge.. and quite fancy. Of course, all his target is always some rich bastard who does crime for fun. With his suit on he disguised himself as one of the guest to the party. It was evening as the sun went down, passing the security guard like always with the name 'Jack'.

Soon, he found himself in the big hall entering a huge dome. With the color palette white and gold. 'Classic rich man, getting sick of it' he thought to himself. With an in-ear invisible two way microphone, sending signal on where the target might be. Grabbing a champagne from the waitress passing by, before he bumped to someone. His eyes widens just as before he fell to the ground, making a slight noise thump. The champagne fell over to the floor spilling his clothes slightly. As he groans in slight pain, everyone around him looked at him that was before it dismissed by his target walking to the stage speaking about an announcement and things like that. His gaze moved to his target, god damn this piece of shit, distracting his job like always, he then strikes that look where he seems like he can just strike your neck and broke it half.

"What the hell are you doing here, asshole?!" He spoke out loud but not loudly only can be heard by the person. As the man behind his two way microphone spoke in his ear. "Rogue, why are we stopping?" the guy spoke.