You buy a shotgun the cheapest one you can get from the pawn shop and while your at it you also buy that blood stain and burnt black leather trench coat. The guy at the counter tells you they came from the same person and its a grisly story. You cut off his excited attempt to recount the details buying up and getting out. you saw that shotgun way down so it will fit in your trench. Now you are smoking cigarettes in the park by the convent. You are hiding in the bushes and hoping no one will be able to I D you. You know those foul penguins often cut threw the park on errands in order to catch and punish young kids smoking dope or making out here. You see two coming. Walking together chatting so close they are almost pressing shoulders. You action back the gun and wait. They walk right by you. Your silent and unmoving until they pass then you stand up and deliver a spread blast into their backs at point blank. The sound is powerful and there is no doubt they both are dead. You swing the shotgun into your custom made holder inside the trench and you are running out of there until your are around a few people and you are walking as casual as you can back home. There you celebrate with a six pack and a porno video.