David spent a few weeks to search and know more about his next target. Bryce Perkins was the bodyguard of one of the bankers working for the Warriors of New York. Perkins was known to be a good gambler, winning a lot of money almost every weekend at places around the New York Harbour area.
Two days later, on a Saturday afternoon in July, David visited all the taverns, inns and gambling dens around the New York Harbour. David found Bryce in a gambling den a street north of the Harbour. Putting on his hood, David walked over to Bryce. "I hear that you are the famous gambler, Perkins?"
Bryce, who was a teeny little bit drunk, looked at David and nodded. "Indeed I am. You wish to help me earn some money?" The people around Bryce laughed. David forced a smile and lied, "I wish to gamble with you, of course. But not here."
"Why not, ya idiot? You're afraid to lose in front of so many people?" Bryce asked. David shook his head. "I wish to gamble with a lot of money, and I find it a little unsecure here." Bryce's eyes lightened at the words of 'a lot of money'.
"Deal," Bryce stood up and got ready to follow David. David examined the man as he said, "Well then, let's go. It's not far from here." Bryce had a hilt at his waist, and David could see that Bryce had a dagger concealed in his clothes.
As they walked down the alleyway, Bryce pulled out his short sword noisily as he explained, "Just in case you try to rob me, y'know?" David nodded as a reply and continued walking.
Further down the alleyway, David ejected one of his Hidden Blades, pulled out his sword and turned around, all done in a second. Before Bryce could react, David lunged at him. Bryce brandished his short sword instinctively, but David had restricted the movement of Bryce's sword with his own and thrust his Hidden Blade into his stomach. He pulled the Hidden Blade out of Bryce's stomach and moved back.
Bryce put his hand over his stomach wound and continued brandishing his short sword at David. David knew that his Hidden Blade attack would not kill him. Bryce was moving back bit by bit, ready to make his escape. Every few moments, Bryce looked back to make sure that no one was behind him. David timed the moment correctly, and when Bryce looked behind him and back to David again, David had disappeared. Two seconds later, Bryce was knocked unconscious.
In the evening, Bryce woke up in a plain-looking room tied to a chair. He saw his hooded attacker standing a metre or two away from him. "What the shit do you want? I thought you took my money already?"
"If that was what I want, you would be dead already, wouldn't you? What I want is to know the name of your boss, one of the bankers working for the Warriors of New York." David saw the slight surprise in Bryce before he concealed it. "I work for no one."
David took Bryce's short sword, which was on a table Bryce could not reach, and pointed it at Bryce's neck. "Are you sure?" Bryce told him, "I know him. Yes, I work for him! What do you want to know about him?"
"His name," David said coolly, still having the short sword at Bryce's neck. Bryce shook his head nervously. A moment later, Bryce felt the flat part of his short sword on his neck. "Perhaps you need a gentle reminder, Bryce Perkins?"
Bryce spat at David's shoes. "To hell with that, you shit! I have had enough with you! Kill me and screw off!" David raised an eyebrow in amusement and pressed the short sword tighter against his throat. "I'll give you one chance to change what you said."
Since Bryce had said nothing, David let his fist make contact with Bryce's jaw. David had used so much strength that the chair had toppled backwards and two teeth had fallen out of Bryce's mouth. The bravery in Bryce had disappeared and he was now bawling like a baby. "I'll goddamn tell you! His name is Andrew Gofalonne!"
Andrew Gonfalonne was an Italian-American banker, the heir to the famous family-owned bank in New York, the Gonfalonne Family Bank. "Are you sure?" David asked as he elbowed Bryce in the stomach hard. Bryce nodded painfully. David plunged Bryce's short sword into his chest and left it there.