New York City - 1912

Booker DeWitt sat alone in his New York office. He had his feet propped up his desk and his hands hung to his sides. In his left hand, a smoking cigarette and in his right was a half empty bottle of booze. It had been a long day with no new jobs coming in. This had been the pattern for the last few weeks now, and Booker was starting to get worried. His gambling and drinking debts were beginning to pile higher and higher, and with no new money to pay them back down he was starting to get worried. He had managed to get by so far because he had made constant payments, but he had missed a few lately and people were starting to get antsy.

"I hope something comes up soon or i'll be in some deep shit" Booker mumbled to himself, taking another puff of his cigarette.

As if on cue, he heard a knock at his office door. Two silhouettes stood side by side outside his door. Booker didn't get up from his desk, thinking maybe he was imagining things. He heard the knock again, louder this time, followed by "Mr. DeWitt? Are you in there?"

"Perhaps he isn't home brother." said a woman's voice.

"What a shame, we could have used his help," responded the other voice, clearly a man.

Booker quickly jumped up, hiding the booze and snuffing the cigarette, and ran to the door. He quickly through it open and in front of him stood a man and a woman, whose appearances was strikingly similar.

"Ah so he IS here," said the man looking towards his companion "Told you."

"Sorry to keep you waiting" Booker said "Please, come in". He stepped back and motioned for them to come in. They walked in unison, even taking their seats at the same time. Booker took his seat behind his desk and asked "So what is it that I can help you two with?"

"The question is not so much what we need, but what you need," replied the man

This statement confused Booker and he responded curiously "What do you mean?"

"We know, Mr. DeWitt, that you are quite the predicament, regarding your recently accumulating debts" answered the woman.

"And we believe that we have the solution to your problem," said the man.

Booker looked at them incredulously. How did they know of his debts and more importantly, why did they want to help? "My debts are none of your business" he responded coldly, leaning forward in his chair "I am not a charity case. Now unless you have a job for me, I respectfully ask you to leave."

The man looked surprised, but not faltered, "Ah, but you see Mr. DeWitt that's the catch. Our job IS the solution to your problem"

Booker raised an eyebrow. These two were strange and he didn't like how intrusive they were into his personal life, but he was also intrigued by their offer. Slumping back into his chair and pulling out a fresh cigarette, he lazily asked "OK, what exactly is your solution to my problem?"

The two seemed excited that he had taken interest in their offer. "Simply put, you complete our little job and we pay off all your debts." the woman said nonchalantly.

Booker almost fell out of his chair. He dropped his cigarette and leaned forward. "What did you say?" he said, scarcely able to believe them.

"You come with us to Maine and complete a task for us and then we wipe you clean of your debts," the man repeated.

Booker chuckled. He knew they couldn't wipe him of ALL of his debts, some things couldn't be repaid. The two twins seemed serious about their offer though. Booker didn't trust them to keep their word, but could he really pass up an opportunity like this? With work slow and his debts piling up, he knew people were going to come after him soon. "What exactly will I be helping you with?" he asked inquisitively.

"We will offer more details once we are in Maine" quickly responded the woman. She handed him a train ticket and a sealed letter. "Take the train tomorrow into Maine. Once there go to the town written in that letter. We will meet your there."

The two quickly stood up and turned to leave. Booker yelled after them "Hey, how will I contact you?"

The man turned to him and smiled "Don't worry Mr. DeWitt, we will contact you!" and with that the two exited Booker's office.

Booker slide back down into his chair and took a long drink from his bottle. He could barely believe what just happend. Two people just offered to pay off his debts. He would finally be a free man. He looked down at the ticket and sighed "Well, looks like I got a train to catch."