In the night a man lay prone beneath a canopy of trees in wait for his target to arrive. The assassin's finger rested softly near the trigger of his weapon. Crickets, frogs, and the occasional sound of an animal's last cry was the melody of the summer's night. Before long, heavy drops of precipitation rained down from the sky. Hours passed and the rain continued, yet the man lay still. Far off in the distance a black smudge moved through the trees and the assassin twitched. His index finger slid across the trigger and he slowly followed the man in his sights and squeezed the trigger. A Scorpion nestled under the assassin was angered by his shelter moving so it stung him. Pain was nothing to the man, but he was slightly surprised. So the aim of the weapon was moved ever so slightly, and the target was warned by a beam of plasma passing inches over his head. The targeted man weaved sporadically through the trees as he activated a device on his chest. In a brilliant flash of light the man transformed as metal morphed around him forming a suit. The hunter had become the hunted. The assassin was no longer lying in the grass with his rifle, but fleeing frantically through the woods. The man in the suit blasted over the tree tops and locked onto the humanoid heat signature. A beam of energy pierced the darkness of night as the assassin was turned to ash. The suit set down softly on the grass. Metal churned and disappeared as the suit melded into its holder and the man was visible again. He dug into his pocket and removed a coin. He placed the coin on his index finger and thumb and then flipped the coin which landed into the corpse's pile of ash and said "You're unlucky my friend!"

The man in the suit walked away; the ash was converted to mud by the rain and the gleaming coin was soon concealed in it.