FBI? Pah. Fuck em. My target today is protected by a swarm of federal agents but it makes no difference – he’s already dead. Mr Target is a drug baron now holed up in witness protection. Some people want him dead and are willing to pay money; this is where I come in. The target is in a subtle little mansion settled nicely into an American suburb. Today he is throwing a party for his daughter which means plenty of strange faces about, in turn meaning one extra unfamiliar should go un-noticed. Unfortunately, due to there being lots of new…