3259 Mac-Lane

Edinburgh Scotland

June, 21, 1592

Dear King Macbeth,


A few days ago you summoned my friend and me to kill Banquo and his son, Fleance. As you know we successfully killed Banquo but lost the son. If you are wondering why I am writing this letter, it is because you under paid us. You paid us 50 notes. We ask for 150. You see, we have to drag the victim to places to hide them. And you see there were two problems. One, your friend is highly cumbersome. Whether it is from fat or muscle, I know not. And the second problem is that near your castle there is no good hiding spot for a body. So we had to drag him for hours until we finally found a creek and thru him in it.

I am not asking this because we are poor (which I am not). I ask for the 100 notes because we deserve 100 notes. My friend and I live happily in a mansion with quite a bit of notes mind you. But if you wish to live your short life a bit longer, I would pay up.


Sincerely,

Nameless Assassin


P.S. I would tell you my name but then I would have to kill you.

P.P.S. Sleep with one eye open.


NA Kate Sorensen