The Hit
Kyle was dangling right outside Richard's window, flattening himself against the wall and on its dark side. He pulled down his sleeve a bit, to reveal a watch that was streaming Richard's room.
He saw Samantha sleeping on the sofa that was next to Richard's bed while Richard himself was wrapped up like a mummy on it. The blanket was completely twisted around him. Guess he reverted back to being a baby? Where one would normally be coddled and such.
Kyle snickered.
He slipped in silently. Since this was the third floor, Richard never really thought anyone would have entered through the window. Careless. Kyle slid across the floor, and headed towards Samantha first. He slid open the tips of the fingers on his glove, revealing his darkened fingers. Pressing her acupuncture points, he put her to sleep.
He then went to the front door and slid the latch over.