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Changing his tone only caused the Crow to appear behind him exposing her long fangs and emerald glowing eyes. She hissed and bit at him silently. But Jonathon wasn't paying attention to the one called the Crow he was inching away from the one called the Raven who was stepping out of the shadows and in to view.
“Fair enough sir,” the Raven said opening his arms and twirling his hands. “We have come to kill you.”
Having the feeling start to grow in his throat he tried to swallow while turning to the gun hidden behind lock and key. "Shoot this lunatic then shoot the bitch," he thought, but did not realize he had become fixated. Betting on the gun and not realizing he was giving himself away the Crow steps back quietly watching with a playful curiousness. “May I ask why?” he said hoping to distract them. “I mean if its money, I have money.”
“Money,” she said seemingly amused.
Nodding in agreement the Raven frowns. “Why has death come a knocking, and intended fatalities start talking, whispers of bargains break and new deals take ... does death keep knocking?” he riddled crossing his arms and slipping his hands into his coat. Reemerging from the black wool now gripping two sickles he slowly raises them above his head.
Caught off guard by the two steel question marks glimmering above, Jonathan backs up nervously stuttering, “N-ow wait, wait a minute.”
“He shows much interest in the cabinet,” she said then smiles smugly. “Or what is inside?”
Wondering how she could have known Jonathon turns around becoming horrified finally noticing her large teeth and burning green eyes. “What the fuck?”
“Yes my dear,” he affirms turning to Jonathan. “Mr. Gable, a gun will not help, of that you can trust.”
Revealing the gamble he is considering his face...

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...ad. She quickly tapped a few buttons and it was off as proof that the job was completed.
The Raven took another quite sip and asked, “You did remind them to delete said picture and destroy said phone?”
“I did.”
“Whatever did we do before technology?”
“I gathered the heads in a burlap sack and we delivered them as proof,” she said taking another picture with the head turned. The Raven smiled and closed his eyes. The Crow continued. “Which meant anywhere from ten miles to three days travel unless we were really lucky,” she said and grabbed Jenny's tablet and turned it on. “The blood always seemed to leak right through the sack at the most inopportune times.”
The Raven opened his eyes. “Philadelphia,” he said remembering.
The tablet made its introduction chime and the Crow started to tap and drag. “Yes Philadelphia, we had to execute Mr. Deering and his entire family.”