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"Hey, Mr. Clean. We got a job." Taiger walks into the convenience store they both work at with a cigarette fuming in his mouth. He is wearing a clean suit with a long trench coat over it that hangs to his heels. Over his ears are a set of stereo headphones that seem to block out most noise. There's also a little antenna sticking out the right side.
"Mr. Gray wants us to wipe a guy off the face of the earth."
"No duh. That's all we can do." Mr. Clean says. He's wearing his workers uniform, which consists of a plain blue t-shirt and khaki pants. On his nametag reads Jack Clean.
"I told you to get into hacking, but noooo. Cleaning is so much easier you said!"
"Anyways, get your stuff. We're going now. The target was last seen heading toward the LAX. And this time, don't lose him. I don't care if the car behind us won't let you merge; cut the ******** off."
"Whatever."
"And stop signaling turns when we're in a car chase."
"Well I wouldn't if the stupid lights worked."