Hit For Hire.

Sawyer Iker was a simple young man, that liked to do simple things, ya'know a stroll through a museum while taking selfies that somehow manages to capture a security cam in every other photo or a light jog pass a high-tech security bank with a rather large volt inside, that just so happens to have a money transfer vehicle on route in transit.

It wasn't a big deal that sometimes it happened to be at whey hours of the night when hardly anyone would be spotted outside, while he was decked out in clad black.

You know casual, simple things.

Until a wack-ass douche-bag wannabe cool looking motherfucker Named Nathaniel decides to shake shit up.

And thus shit hits the fan. And simplicity as Iker knew it, vanished.