"Leave a handprint," The first man directed. "Why on earth would we do that?" "You know - a calling card type thing." The woman, tall and slick in her protective suit, brought her gloved hand to the wall above the body. Once she withdrew her hand, a dark red print was left. It dripped with the blood of the man lying below. "Awesome," Someone muttered in a voice that suggested this was all a sick video game. But it was real life, and that was exactly why they needed to get out. Now. They stripped off their dirty gear and chucked it into a nearby trash bin. And then, slipping down their sunglasses like a badass movie, they headed out the door, determined to never look back.