• Azon was wrapped in a cloak, sitting in the corner. "What do I have to do...?". he said while quietly mulling over his thoughts.
    "Find him. Kill him" a voice silently whispered back.
    "Who is... he" Azon asked.
    "It doesn't matter. Find him... kill him." the voice whispered back again. Azon took a drink accepting the fact.
    "So... how can i find him". He got up from the floor and pulled up a chair.
    "Here is a map... this is his home." The shadowed man said. As the man stood up Azon still couldn't get a clear look at him."
    "Do you have a picture?"
    "No". A blunt answer. Azon walked away, just another day on the job he told himself. He ran through the streets pursuing... yet another victim.

    He appeared next to the house, silently. He could see a few lights on, and nothing else. He sneaked around the house. Nothing made a sound as he stalked around the house. A window had been spotted by him, he climbed up the wall like a spider. He could see into the room--there was stacks of boxes, and knives, lined together lying on the bed, all stained with blood. He scampered back down. "What is this person doing?" he wondered. Examining the other windows of the house he finally found the man. He was sitting down with his back to the window, apparently working fervently on something. The window was slightly open. "Just my luck". Azon said. He inched a blow gun of about one foot in through the window. "Aim". He aimed at his head. and "Fire". But as he blew, the man stood up and turned around and was hit in the neck. Azon's eyes bugged with recognition. The poison was fast acting. Azon started screaming: "NO, NO, NO!" But the man there was already tipsy, his face looke bloodless, he survived in time to get one word off: Father?