"They are inside." His gruff whisper could hardly be heard.
"Are you sure?" The voice was shaky and its owner was an underling. He held a torch which he had nearly dropped numerous times that night.
"I'm sure! She will pay..."
"W-what's she paying for?"
"Blundering fool! She betrayed us. She kills our family... we'll kill hers." The assassin's sadistic smile cut through the darkness like his blade.
"O-oh."
"Just get the fire started," the higher-ranking man said indifferently.
The scrawny underling held the torch up to the house and threw it through a window. The house began to burn.