TheAssociation

It was the silent night of a new moon. Crickets chirped in the garden and were overheard by an old man. He wore a black bed gown and his black hair was cut short. His cold eyes eyed the surroundings. Cike stood in the window of his bedroom. Through the years he had gathered a small fortune and could effort a formidable mansion. Nobody knew exactly what he did to make so much Munny and it was better that way since the old Cike was an assassin. Kings paid him huge sums to get their enemies taken out. A light breeze rustled in the woods. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. With a sigh he exhaled again. "You are still too loud!" He opened h