Eric McCollough approached the large mansion in front of him cautiously. It wasn't guarded heavily, but he wasn't keen on taking his chances either. A few more steps and he'd reached his destination, the first window on the west wing of the house. Eric silently slipped a knife in between the windowpane and the wood of the frame. With a slight jerk, the pane popped out as the young man caught it nimbly between his teeth. A pale hand reached up and unlocked the window. Moving with great care, he crept into the bedroom of a Mister Barnaby Fawkes. Eric was being paid handsomely for the sudden death of Mister Fawkes here... Fawkes is an oil tycoon and a rival wanted to buyout his leases. The buyout couldn't take place unless Fawkes had to forfeit them... in other words die... The young man clad in all black slipped a thread from his pocket and a vial filled with purple liquid in the other. Taking the utmost precautions... he dripped the poison down the thread which carried the droplets right into the unsuspecting Mister Fawkes' mouth. Eric waited until he could no longer observe or hear the old man's breathing. The deed was done, it was time to head out and collect his payment. Sliding back out the window he entered through, the male hid in the bushes outside for a moment. Sensing the coast was clear he made it to the edge of the property as he heard a scream. No doubt they had found the body, he thought to himself with a smirk. He glanced down at the ring monogrammed with a large F he took from the elder man. This would serve as proof of the deed. Eric walked off the property and back to his office where the former oil tycoon's rival waited.