Voila

Grant swears softly under his breath and walks towards the body that has stopped spasming. He touches the pulse point on the neck and on his wrists but there's nothing. He kneels on the floor and puts his head on Roger's chest to check for even the slightest beat but there's nothing there as well.

He looks out through the door at the guy who's in complete black, standing with the gun on his shoulder. Grant puts his pointer to his middle finger and raises it up.

Immediately the guy sees the sign, he packs his equipments into the long black bag beside him and in fifteen seconds, he's gone, no trace of him ever being there left behind.

Grant stands up and closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them right back. He sneers. "You don't even deserve a one minute silence, douchebag." He turns around anf reaches for his phone. He dials shortly and places the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"This is an emergency service. What's your emergency?"

Grant looks down at the body, wondering if he should