The path that led to the street that led into 79 Harbour Manor was particularly unusual. The gravelled path, for starters, was arranged so nicely that whoever stepped into the threshold would have damaged days of hard work. It seemed that the elbow grease had been sourced from none other than the occupant of the household. Not only was this pristine, but also anything on the exterior including manicured hedges, even walls and levelled grass; aesthetically pleasing to whoever gazed at the sight. But as much as the hedges ,which ran the length of the road, were preened and polished it was not prepared or rigged up with enough defences that would at least prevent it from being wounded by the two figures that materialised out from the semi-darkness.
Two lone figures stood at the end of the lane, each apart by each other by a few yards. There was no recognition between them whatsoever but an intense glance shot towards the other and there was not the hostile glance back, in fact two penetrating blue eyes hastened out. With what seemed to be a flick of an archaic instrument, a silvery substance careered out just as the man looked back; the eyes of a ruthless killer.

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