Snippet #769526

Munroe had been walking in the dark streets around the warehouse district. He had heard nothing from Jason relating to the Garrett job, so he had decided to visit Will. He had stood by the marble headstone for a while, feeling the cool air on his bare forearms and the cold triclke of the silent tears the ran down his face. When he left, he had a .45 bullet. It was standing upright, below the headston. Munroe would remove the bullet once Black was dead.

As he turned a corner, he heard a shrill scream ripping from a dark alleyway. He turned and saw him. Marseuvius Black. Jason had shown him a picture of the infamous "Broome County Butcher" and Munroe would recognise him anywhere. His marine training quickly took over. He flattened himself to the shadows, moving quieter than a wolf stalking its prey. He would make it quick. A tradition neck-snap from behind. the bastard wouldn't know what had hit him.

For a serial killer, Marseuvius was walking very calmly, Munroe could see his smile from here. Good, he thought. Off guard. Distracted. Easy prey. His blood sang at the thought of avenging Will's murder. He was now only a few feet behind Black. He sprang forward, wrapping one arm around Black's neck and slamming the other over his mouth.

"Night Night, sunshine" Munroe whispered, his voice seething with hate