It was a dark night, darker than usual. The moon's light was dimmed and the clouds covered what was left of it. The breeze that blew indicated the coming of a storm.
Within the huge mansion in the dark garden was the well-lit office. The man seated at the owner's side of the desk was busy. Piles of paperwork were before him, and he diligently looked at them, at least the ones he could look at, and either signed or wrote another draft as a reply to the senders of the letters and documents.
As he began writing a new draft, suddenly the lights all went out. They buzzed and flickered, and then in a few seconds, resumed their brilliant display.
The man looked up, and saw his visitor, already on his seat and smiling comfortably at the stern-looking man.
"So... How did it go?" The man asked the visitor.
"Eliminated... As requested." The cheerful, but shady man answered.
