He was in New York. He sighed, traffic always annoyed him. Since he had lived with a rich family that seemed to be all he heard.
Its been 3 months since he escaped, 4 since he learned he was "special". He had left his old life behind. He was Corzo, the assasin.
His past, present, and future are now Corzo.
He pulled out a sheet of paper, his first "hit". Given to him by someone who was part of some "ORDER" group. He didn't care, all he wanted was the pretty penny attached to it.
"Veronica Charles, Rio de Jenero, Brazil." he grins,
"Looks like I'm going to Rio."
(Just joined the rp :D)