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Mr Box preferred the sound of a gun. The feel of a blade as it slipped into a man's flesh. Or a woman's, for that matter. He didn't discriminate between the sexes. Unless the assignment involved a child or minor. Those jobs, he politely refused.
Yet while some contractors rarely deviated from their preferred delivery method, Mr Box liked to remain flexible. He found many of his peers were interested in pleasing their own methods—the familiar, the comfortable. Mr Box's sole interest was in pleasing results. This, he believed, was why he never failed. And furthermore, why he was able to charge far more than his competitors.
In the spirit of flexibility, he had opted for a bespoke toxin. He gave his pharmacist a brown bag of money and a list of requirements. The pharmacist handed him a
