Story of Two face
It had been a fortnight since Titaro had given Two face the kill contract bearing the name Gregory Lechance.
Two face had spend this time tracking the man on his daily routine, day and night around both the rich and poor districts of Grans port.
Gregory Lechance was not a member of the city council but his influence among the people allowed him to conduct his self as if so. The man had a simple ideal, "if the will of a man could not be bought with his gold, he would buy another one and give him the means to take his place". Normally his bribery was ignored or embraced by other, however his recent influencing of the harbour master meant he had control over all import and export in Grans port. An act that had not been received well by his other business patrons.
Two face had chosen a porcupine quill tipped in belladonna to be administered using a blow pipe at close range. The execution of the task would be easy but with the recently imposed curfew travelling around the city would require a little more finesse. In the dark of night the rooftops of the houses in the rich district would provide an ample pathway to Gregory's townhouse, provided the clay roof tiles supported Two faces weight.
It was Dusk, Two face had gained access to the roof from the Rosewood inn and crawled across the rooftop tiles to Gregory's Town house. He carefully lower himself down on to the balcony of the master bedroom that encroached from the building overlooking a private courtyard below.
Sitting on a stone bench below in the courtyard was Gregory, indulging in the written works of a local poet with a small goblet of wine and a place of cold meat. Two face raised the blow pipe to his lips, with a strong huff of air from his lungs into the pipe, the quill was propelled from the pipe spiralling down into Gregory's neck. The Quill pierced his neck with the barbs anchoring into the skin.
Two face murmured to himself "cut off one head and two more will grow back"