Chilling on a roof, breathing in the night air

Meanwhile, across the street, you're covered in darkness, (Whoa, whoa! "Covered in darkness"? Come on, can't we just show off the guy's appearance already?) lazily lounging on a roof and aiming through the "O" of a decrepit Hotel sign to view the panicking old man searching through his window for any movement.

"Warmer...warmer...warmer...aw, colder! And you almost had me that time.", you laugh, the man hearing your amusement through the receiver.

"Arrrgh! You better hope you have a gun on me right now cos',when I find you, you're dead!", he curses.

"Don't beat around the bush, do you? Well, good, because I am freezing my ass off up here."

Gunfire is heard but not seen. The window slowly cracks on the left side, shattering, shards of glass collapsing on to the street below...oh, and Nameless Henchmen Number 366 falls on the ground with a bullet hole where his eye should have been as well.

"Hmm, personally, I would've gone with bulletproof glass or, well, a wall. I mean, come on, at least make it interesting", you say as you drop a second and third henchman.

"OK! Ok, wise-ass, you got my attention so stop already! Do you know hard its is to get rid of even one body?! Jesus!"

"Sure. So here's my proposal: you'll continue to distribute guns in "Old Town", you'll give me 99.9% of the profits and you'll tell your suppliers they now work for me. Sound good?"

The old man just laughs. "Hah, you got balls, I'll give you that, but, really, you're a fucking idiot if you think just killing my guys will get me to take you seriously and accept such an offer.", he says derisively, "Do you have any idea who I am?!"

The window collapses completely after yet another bullet then you reply with a violent change of tone. "Of course, I know who you fucking are! And that's why I brought the big gun as I didn't come here for you to accept a shitty deal. I came here to kill you!"

One shot...two shots...three shots.

One through the left side of his face. The second through the knee joint, blowing it apart and giving him nothing to stand on. The third, rather simply, to the right kidney.

All three hit their marks but, hey, the old man's still alive. Just how you like it.

"Unnngh. He-help....help me...you stupid...bitch...", the now dying old man begs the brunette for help, but only gets a heel in the base of his skull.

She pick up the phone and speaks, "Thank you for your services"

"Yeah, you're welcome. Just get your shit off my streets and we won't have any problems."

"Don't worry. My last employer didn't understand guns are noisy and no longer garner the profit they once did. But, let me be clear, I don't want to hear from you again, understand?"

"Awwww and here I thought we were getting along!", you quip wryly, "God, you look smoking hot from here. You sure there isn't anything that can keep our "business relationship" from moving forward? Would be nice if we met for once. I'll even let you have a hundred guys pointing RPGs at me, if it makes you feel safe. Though I prefer to speak alone."

The woman replies in a slutty tone, "I'll stay in touch."