"It's been a couple of days, is that person even still here?" One of the people that was sent by Harrison said as he sat near a jewelry store, the symbol visible on the right side of his sleeve.
The symbol was a simple one, a dagger that was sheathed, a sign that an assassin wanted to negotiate.
"Who knows, but our orders are clear, continue doing this every day until one of the groups gets a response." Another man said as he took a sip of his drink before placing it down on the table.
The two were sitting inside a small café that was right across from the jewelry store. The café was crowded, but two people would enter every morning, pay a sum of money to the owner and stay at the table for the whole day, ordering drinks a couple of times during the day.
Suddenly, the two men opened their eyes wide as a letter was placed on their table. The waitress placed their drinks together with the letter before her arm was caught by one of them.
"Who told you to put this here?"
