The brothers had no trouble breaking in to the basement window of the Agency. It simply fell into their gloved hands.

They found the office and Petunia passed out on her desk, a bottle of Vodka still in her hand.

“This is too easy!” sniggered Cliff.

They simply picked her up and carried her to the van between them like they were aiding anyone who’s had too much to drink. She even stumbled with them a little.

Cliff ran back in to pack a bag of things as if she were visiting a relative. He propped the glass back in the window downstairs and locked the front door behind him.

They drove for hours to a deserted copse in the middle of nowhere. They had her bound and gagged. She started to come to while they were digging a shallow grave in the early morning sun. They heard shrieking from the van.

“Now, now Miss. No one can hear you out here.”
“MMMM! MMHmmHMM!”
“Sorry, Miss. Can’t do that. Please take it easy. Here, have some Vodka.”
She drank until they could persuade her to stand in front of her grave.