Murdoch gently touched my shoulder.

"He'll look into my file Murdoch. He'll discover everything. Everything will be destroyed."

"I hid your file. Only I know where it is."

"He'll find it anyways you and I both know it."

"I won't charge you for attempted murder."

"Please do. I deserve it."

"I won't."

Murdoch told me to go home and I did. I cried all night.

I didn't go back there until the shooting. It was all over the news and my informants told me that the Black Hand were obviously involved. I feared for the people of Toronto so, I went back to Murdoch in the night. I brought my weapons with me for obvious safety. I also wore my cloak so nobody would recognize me. But, when I got there, the place was deserted. This was weird. There were no prisoners in the cells. Also very weird. I cautiously made my way back to the front desk when men came in with guns. They started shooting at me and I started shooting at them. I ducked behind a desk and took quick shots. When I was out of ammo, I slid underneath the desks and underneath a guy. I jumped on him and flipped him. In the process, I took his gun and started shooting again. There were two guys beside me and I ducked so they ended up shooting each other. I used my knives to provide better accuracy. All the of the guys who came in were dead but, I saw a hidden one and shot him. I reloaded my own gun with their ammo and collected my knives out of their dead bodies. I hid in Murdoch's office. I heard a whisper and I aimed. Murdoch put up his hands. I sighed of relief.

"Where have you been?!"

"Hiding. Come on."

I slipped out from the open window and followed him. Their base or hiding place was in the armory. Good choice. Everyone was there, safe and sound.

"How long ago did this start?"

"Started a week ago."

7 days. "How many shootings each day?"

"4."

"28 is the number of how many of the Black Hands people that I've killed. He's getting his revenge on me."

"Bit extreme." George stated.

"I'll take care of him."

They all stared at me.

"What? I took care of them before."

"When?" George asked.

I sighed heavily. "July 5th, 1896." The secret was out.

"What? How come we weren't informed?"

"You were. Just not you."

"Why?"

I couldn't answer that.

"I'm going to lead them to this cliff on the shores where they will shoot me and I will die."

"Not a very good plan."

"You have another plan? It's the best plan that we have. Here's what were going to do."