"A water please!"

A woman with shoulder length brown hair called out to the bartender as she strode into the bar and took a seat at the counter, setting the black briefcase in her hand down beside her.

The establishment was mostly abandoned except for a drunk man lying asleep on a table in the back snoring softly.

The news was quietly playing on the tv above the bar, the screen currently showing the weather.

The bartender wordlessly slid a glass of water across the countertop to her before continuing to clean other glasses, turning their back on the new stranger that had just entered.

"Bartender, a Jack Daniels on the rocks please!"

The woman turned to see a brown haired male with sparkling blue eyes enter the bar and take a seat next to her at the counter with a briefcase of his own in hand.

While the bartender worked on making the newcomer's drink, the male turned to face the woman with a weary smile.

"I spent all day working on getting the perfect shot." The man stated as the bartender handed him his drink.

"Me too! What's your name?" The woman prompted curiously.

"Oh, my name's Jack. You are?" The Irishman countered kindly. 

"Signe." The woman answered shyly as she brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face.

"Well Signe, do you ever have problems with people moving when you're trying to take your shot?" Jack asked.

"All the time, but eventually they stop and look at me." Signe replied before taking a sip of her drink.

"Word of advice-you can always wait until they're distracted." Jack suggested.

"Nah, I usually wait until they're finished doing whatever they're doing before I shoot." Signe shrugged nonchalantly.

"Who do you work for?" Jack asked.

"I can be hired by anyone, I don't work for a specific company or anything." Signe explained.

"Yeah, it's nice isn't it?" Jack sighed as he took a swig of his drink, quickly draining its contents before slamming the empty glass down on the counter.

"The pay's usually really good." Signe agreed.

"Anyway, I gotta get going, I have another client I have to help tomorrow." Signe added as she stood up, grabbing her suitcase before walking towards the door.

"Wait!" Jack yelled after her.

Signe paused in the doorway and glanced back at the brown haired male, watching him jog over to her with a napkin in hand.

"Here's my phone number. If you need any help with any of your clients or just wanna talk, feel free to contact me." Jack offered.

"Thanks." Signe grinned as she took the napkin, sticking it into her pocket before leaving the bar.

Jack watched her leave before returning to his seat, paying the bartender.

As he started to leave, Jack looked over his shoulder at the tv to see the headline caption under the photo of a man with forest green eyes and short black hair.

John Winters found dead outside of his home with a bullet wound in the head. Murderer unknown.

Jack shook his head as he quickly exited the bar, wishing he had more to drink as he got into his car and drove home.