Still, to be the one to give the mission to a hitman instead of taking it himself was a feeling he hasn't had in a long time, so he was a little giddy about it personally... and this one, Graves - was it, had a good look about them. Someone Clarence would have gone for in any pub should he had the itch for someone between his legs. A shame, that this had to be just business. Well, all is fated, things could happen in another time but for now, Clarence could only smile.

"Two targets, they usually travel together but since they've had a failed assassination a month ago, they tend to travel separate and meet up at one destination. The fun for you dear, is the hunt of one before the other notices." Fingernail taps upon the coloured picture, their face evident in gaunt worry for being spotted but unable to find the camera that took this image. "All I am to say is... they are overdue a bullet between the eyes." Clarence charmed, moving to push the two things over for their client to view themselves. "Half up front and the rest upon completion. The Customer states they'll be happy with at least one of them dead and the other shitting themselves for the rest of their lives."

Snort. "You up for the challenge, handsome?"

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Fate counters flicker in the corner of his vision, going up and down with each blink as people make choices and the sisters continue to weave their tapestries. It's a comfort to him, to watch fate flow free and unstoppable and it eases something that flares up now and then when he's been away from Hades for a while. He ignores the one ticking away in front of him, focusing on the photo placed on faintly sticky table, ambrosia golden eyes taking in features and smiling a little at the obvious distress the captured image shows. Blood heats at the suffering and fangs peeks out ever so as his smile grows just that little bit wider at the promise of violence coming his way.

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Bucky and the Howl🐇　　🐕️====💨