Moronically simple. But what else would you expect.
All these other idiots on here are just wasting their time with their seduction and trapping. There's only one way to kill a man and that is by ramming your sword through his chest.
The target. Terry Stevens. 24 years old, not yet a Runner, but someone who defied the Man and fortified his house. Boarded up the windows. Barricades in front of the doors. Weak stuff. Pitiful, really. I was chosen to slay him. If it were one of those stupid women they'd've tried using cowardly words and deceptions. Deception is a human concept. The Man is above it. The Man never lies, even to his enemies. So neither will I.
I slit a man's throat, stole his car, and rammed it through the target's house. He had a gun. But at the sight of me he hesitated to pull the trigger. Hesitation is a sign of weakness. He deserved every last bit of pain as my throwing knife embedded itself in his arm. He dropped the gun. I killed him with my blade.
Simple. Efficient. Honorable. Learn something, you dogs.