I failed in my initial attempt to assault Justin as he was trying to leave his house for a graduation party. His mother came outside for no reason as I was moving into position and she put the house on red alert. (You all must understand, Justin’s family may well be more involved in this game than the Silent Falcon himself.) I eventually found cover on the roof of the shed in their backyard, and I observed the family’s defensive tactics. They were more than sound, and I feared I would not be able to make my kill on Lerman land.

Fast forward to today – I suppose this morning’s endless rehersals had dulled Justin’s mind. A bunch of us went out to lunch at Ardmore Station Cafe, my target included, and then we had to be back at school for chorus rehersal. Justin asked to ride with me…

Before returning to Shipley, I had to make an exchange at J Crew. Justin came inside, and while he was poking around in the upstairs womens section, Charlie and I shopped below. When I saw Justin coming back downstairs, I moved quickly. I pulled the spoon I borrowed from Ardmore Station Cafe, and the Silent Falcon fell. Charlie was too engrossed in a Broken- In Polo to witness the kill.

Justin played valiantly, notching 7 kills, but it finally caught up to him.

It all went down at Aubrey’s 18th birthday party. Unbeknownst to Carla, I had just the day before killed her previous assassin Patrice. We had sat down for a nice pizza dinner and by pure chance we were sitting directly across from each other. At the suggestion of some of my dear friends, who for their personal saftey I will not name, I grabbed my water pistol and shot her from underneath the table. The people beside her never saw a thing, and indeed it took my pointing out to notify Carla that she had just truley been killed…BEWARE THE SILENT FALCON!

It was a simple kill. I had been invited over to Patrice’s house for a simple friendly get together…but as soon as she steped out the door and turned her back…the SILENT FALCON dug a spoon so far into Patrice’s spine that she cried out in pain…she didn’t even know what hit her…

Hannah Set me up. End of Story. I thought i could trust her, apparently not. I am dead….oh well.

Just minutes after the brutal assassination of Nicholas Fatula, the Silent Falcon was already on the tail of his next target. Sitting in the dugout of the Shipley School Baseball team was the soon to be elimintated Nicholas Schoenfeld. I counted on his arrogance and self- love to guide me through this dubious kill. I approached Caleb and told him to get Nick to follow me behind the dugout because there was a “reporter from the newspaper” that wanted to speak to him about the game and his playing. Of course Nick jumped at the opportunity, giddy as a school boy. As he followed me away from the game, I swung around and took my pistol out of my trusty holster and blasted two water stains in his green uniform. Two Nick’s in one day….who will fall next to…THE SILENT FALCON?

Nicholas Fatula was simply enjoying the Shipley Baseball championship game at Radnor with some friends, when, unbeknownst to him, the silent falcon made his way beneath the bleachers and positioned himself just below his target. He raised his water gun of doom, Franklin, and shot repeatedly at poor Nick’s buttocks and lower back area. It was an instant kill with no witnesses… BEWARE THE SILENT FALCON!

The plan had been all set in advance. Montana works at the Cafe Seville next to the Bryn Mawr film institute. She told me that she was working tonight (in the form of a Spanish fraise: “tengo trabaja” or something like that.) It was almost too simple; she would be vulnerable there. However, there was a catch. Montana had somehow found out that I was her assassin and was ready for such an attack. So in response to this disadvantage I acquired the Fat- Suit from the Shipley school drama department, along with a fake beard, glasses, a leather trench coat and a flannel shirt and designed an amazing disguise to gain access to the Cafe Seville unrecognized. At approximately 9:30 PM, two of my valued agents, Charles T. Warzel and Caleb C. Balderson entered the cafe to distract Montana while I made my entrance. But O Woe! She was not there! According to her co- workers she was ‘getting- milk’, but after some investigative reporting I discovered that she was not working that night at all! I had been fooled by the sweet sounds of Spanish! I exited the cafe in shame and scarfed down a huge meal of Chinese food. (Still dressed as an incredibly…unimaginably fat man with a big old beard). I soon took off my costume and began to plot again to take out my target out with the same disguise plan, at some point next week. However, to my delight, as I was driving Caleb home from my house, by chance, we caught an unbelievable sight! There, sitting outside of starbucks, was MONTANA and Andy along with some other guy. Caleb and I, the trained professionals that we are, quickly parked the car and pursued on foot. We hid behind an office building behind starbucks and called Andy. Caleb’s instructions were these: “Andy, stand up, pretend you know whats going on, walk away from Lancaster into the parking lot behind the office building” Andy, unknowing of the events to come, acquiesced. As soon as he had come a fair distance, I quickly pushed past Andy and sprinted to my target. I jumped from behind a small wall and a “no entry” sign and blasted her to bits. There were no witnesses and the deed was done. Pure fate had given poor Montana into the talons of the SILENT FALCON!

Alec Faggen was on her way to her normal morning consorsium course at Agnes Irwin, unknowning of the evervigilant eye of the Silent Falcon. Of course, Ms. Faggen had her own plans, namely the massacure of two of her targets, first Lisa, and then Luke in a riveting double- kill. As I watched from the distance, i somehow missed seeing her destroy Lisa and Luke and to my dismay, when she walked into the Agnes Irwin School for class, she was accompanied by Lisa, thereby diminishing my chances for unwitnessed kill. I thought all was lost, however as i left in despair I was approached by the recently- murdered Luke, who offered his aid in the assassination of his own assassin, Alec. I waited until the end of class and to my delight, Luke had come through. There he was, all alone with alec, leaving the building. I sprinted up to her from behind as she reached her car door. Luke was convienently nowhere to be found when the water started flying; and Ms. Faggen was beat at her own game, experiencing only the mommentary glory of her double kill. Beware the Silent Falcon!