The assassin cautiously took Solomon's hand and examined the Mark. The diamond star was longer vertically and shorter horizontally, and embedded deeper and thicker than any normal tattoo. It was indeed genuine.

"That's the Mark all right..." the assassin murmured. His voice was surprisingly young, belonging to a teenager barely breaking into adulthood. He looked at the other assassin, whose feminine voice came out equally young.
"We could be officers," she reminded.
The male assassin looked Solomon in the eye. "I don't wanna be on the wrong side of history, let alone die tonight. Just don't blab to anyone, okay? We could both be hung for this."