With the Mafia weakened by the successful lynch, town spirits began to lift. Brewster's had been cleaned up after the events of the previous night. Tom was working behind the counter when the door opened. A beleaguered looking oath2order walked in and sat at the counter. "What'll it be?" asked Tom. oath2order lifted his jacket slightly to reveal a holstered pistol.
"I've come to ask you a few questions," began oath2order, "I have good reason to suspect you as a member of the criminal underworld in this town. I expect full cooperation from you, or I will be forced to...escalate my response." Before Tom could respond, the door opened again and in walked a hooded person. "Ah, oath2order is it? Yes we've been looking for you," the person spoke quietly but firmly. "My masters are tired of your interference in their plans. Naturally they have their enterprise to attend to, so I have been blessed with the honour of removing you from play."
oath2order's eyes widened at this and he reached for his pistol, but the hooded figure had already drawn a stiletto and stabbed
oath2order through the throat. Tom ran as soon as the hooded figure began talking, not wishing to stick around. He got upstairs and opened a cabinet with his shotgun in it. Turning, he saw another hooded figure already in the room. Levelling the shotgun, he pulled the trigger but only heard a click. The hooded figure gave a cruel laugh and held up two shotgun cartridges, before tossing them aside and pouncing on a now defenceless
Tom.
oath2order the Detective is dead.
Tom the Townie was killed.
Trundle is still incarcerated and may not vote or be lynched.
Day will last 48 hours.