It was a dark and cold night in September. Erego was getting ready for his first big hit. After he took a long, hot bath he got dressed. He put on his finest suit because this hit he was gonna make was a very important one. He walked to the dresser, opened a drawer and started searching for his gun and ammo. "Where did I put it last time?" he thinks. While he's searching the drawer he sees a picture of his father. "I still miss you dad; this one is going to be for you," he says while he picks up the photo. Ah, there it is. His gun was underneath the picture of his father. He takes his gun and puts it away in his shoulder holster. He walks down the stairs and stares at the clock. "That late already, I have to go now," he mumbles.

He opened the door and took one last look back inside the house. "May be the last time," he thinks as he closes the door and starts walking towards his car. He gets in and starts driving. "Hmm, I hope she's ready," he says when he stops at a stoplight. The shadow of her figure can be seen on the curtains that are hanging in front of the window. He gets out of his car and walks to the door. He raises his hand to knock on the door as it suddenly opens. There she is, looking even more beautiful than last time..."Hello Merci," he says after he kisses her on the cheek. "Are you ready for it?" he asks while he lights up a cigarette. "Yes, I'm ready," she says as she puts on her coat. Together they walk across the sidewalk and toward the city center.

After 5 minutes, they hold up in a alley. "Here it is," says Erego. "This is the place where they found my father," Erego points at a dumpster standing against the backside of the local barber shop. Merci walks to the dumpster and notices bloodstains on the wall. "Must have been hit very hard," she thinks. "And now it's payback time." he says while wiping away a tear. Merci walks to Erego and puts an arm around him. "Come on, let's find those bastards!"

Merci and Erego walked out of the alley and towards the front of the barber shop. She kept her arm around Erego, figuring the ruse of a lover's stroll would be good cover. But, more than that, she didn't want to let go of him. If tonight ended badly, and he were to be hurt, it would weigh heavily on her heart. So young, and so full of promise. The seedy underground hadn't damaged or jaded him. Yet.
As they neared the entrance of what should have been a closed shop, she notices figures behind the glass. Shadows amongst the shadows within. After passing the doorway itself, she and Erego pulled up against the brick wall on the other side with their pieces drawn, acutely aware of what even a change in breathing on the part of the other signified. "Wonder what you do in a closed barber shop at 2 AM, " she breathed. "Shall we shoot first and ask questions later? It's your call..."