Joseph took a drag on the cigarette between his lips as he watched the street ahead, the dark had come quickly that night, almost as though in preparation for what was to come. A flash of light drew Joseph's gaze upward as thunder rolled out in the skies through the thick black clouds.

All the better.

His eyes flickered back to street level as a figure emerged from the faint fog that had gathered in the cool night air. It felt as though the heavens were about to open, and all life held it's breath in anticipation, save for two men.

Jackson was but twenty foot from him when he gave the signal and Joseph turned , his hands flicking out the blades from his sleeves as he sent them flying through the air. Tiny extraneous droplets of water had begun to fall from the skies in a great mass but it had no effect on the man's aim, the cold steel found it's meaty sheath in the chests of the two men who stood either side of the grand wrought iron gates. They hit the ground just as Jackson stopped beside him.

"He's here then?" the American spoke, his voice low, it was more of a statement than a question. Joseph exhaled, blowing the smoke from the cigarette still between his lips out as he replied. "I would not 'ave put down 'is guard dogs if 'e were not." Jackson had moved to the gates, his eyes locked on the house that stood behind them. Inside was the man he wanted to- no. Needed to kill.

"Same plan as we agreed?" Joseph murmured as he retrieved his knives from the bodies, wiping them on a cloth from his pocket before slotting them into a loop on his belt. The Captain just gave the man a look, and Mast could see he was just as hellbent on what they had decided the night before.

The rain was falling hard and fast, there was no moon light to reveal their trespassing, only the occasional burst of lightning that lit up the surroundings for a mere few seconds. The street at the gates had been deserted as they'd moved the bodies out of sight from any blues that would come to walk the beat. A key taken from one of the men Joseph had dispatched had gained them entry to the grounds and they moved swiftly now towards the building, stopping at a mass of shrubbery as they noted the men under the awning at the door.

The Colt was taken from the holster on the yankee's waist, it's sleek metal pelted by the rain as he brought it up to shoot. "Not yet y'fool-" Joseph brought his hand down over the iron, his blades ready in hand as he eyed Jackson. "I wouldn't be so quick to lose the advantage we 'ave just yet."

Stealth and the element of surprise were their only allies in Duggan's territory. "Yer so damn American but use your 'ead will you?" Joseph didn't have to be in that ruinous situation with Jackson but he had a number of obligations that he had to fulfill. First and foremost being to the folks of Whitechapel. The men that resided within the house- the 'associates' of Silas Duggan were the types of bastards who caused more than half the troubles Joseph had to deal with from the poorer residents on a daily basis.

And then of course there was Jackson. He'd come to be a strong contact to have in Whitechapel, useful without a doubt and quite possibly now a friend too. Joseph had sworn to keep him alive in the wild and somewhat insane plan they had concocted so that the yank could have Duggan's head which as it so happened, would also benefit Mr Mast.

"A'right, g'head."

With a flick of his wrist the blades left his hands again, nothing but a whisper on the air as they struck crimson in the throats of the men at the door.

Child's play.

They moved quickly from their spot to the awning, Jackson's hand already reaching out for the door knob as Joseph stood at his side, knives back in hand and wiped clean again.

"Y'only got the two on ya or somethin'?" Jackson questioned, an eyebrow raised. The other man smirked, opening the sides of his long length coat to reveal a dozen blades fixed inside a dozen little pockets amongst a few other treats. "No. I just prefer not t'leave any of myself behind."

The Captain mouthed an 'oh' in response and turned to the door again before hesitating and casting a look back at Joseph. "Listen I know y'said you'd watch my back in there but once I've got that son of a bitch just leave me be y'understand?"

Jackson's tone was strange, his expression cold with an unpleasant look growing in his eyes. Joseph hadn't been told the full story with regards to Susan and what the debt she owed to Silas entailed but he had filled in the gaps through the talk he'd heard on the streets. He didn't judge Jackson one bit, though a part of him worried if the experience would change him. It was one thing to take a man's life, but it was something else entirely to do so for pleasure, and it was a satisfaction that he guessed Jackson was after. The American wanted Duggan not just to die but to suffer.

"Of course."