There's this bartender in New York City who can work with knives and a bottle of gin, and he rather likes his privacy, but the mafia just can't seem to leave him alone. Desmond's past, because sticking an assassin in a city with noteworthy criminal history is just ASKING for a story. Desmond-centric

"When you hear hoofbeats behind you, don't expect to see a zebra." Instead, expect a unicorn. Very, very silly oneshot.