As Richardson climbed the steps to the roof top he continuously cursed the frenchman for his failed responsibilities. He was to simply to shoot a man. That was all, ONE MAN! Yet he failed miserabely.
But when Richardson arrived at the roof top he found Fournier much different than he would have expected.
The french man was wearing nothing but his underclothes and somehow bound with dirty a wash line. Nearby the frenchman's musket was in pieces and useless.
"What the hell is this! " Demanded Richardson, as he cut the ropes from Fournier.
"I was set upon! There must have been three or four of them!" Whinned Fournier. "Before I knew it, I was bound and tied up."
Suddenly the door burst open as Larson stood with mouth wide open.
"What the hell is this!" Demanded Larson as he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"I was set upon!" Whinned Fournier, again. "There must have been three or four.."
"Yes I heard!" Snapped Larson, furious at the thought of such a simple operation going completely awry. Then suddenly realizing that after being well-paid by their employer, only to fail, would mean death for each of them.
"We need to leave here quickly!" hissed Lasron. "Give him your jacket!"