"Then, if it lures him out. Only open fire if you're positive you'll make a hit." He looked up at the dark, stormy sky. "We can't let him get away." Richtofen nodded and unslung his rifle. After seeing what this man could do, Willhelm didn't feel comfortable depending on his revolver. He used his remaining money to get purchase the Model 1886 Winchester from a hunting shop on Audley Street. He hoped it was worth the alcohol money he spent on it. 

He quietly climbed up stairs to the top floor flat. No one seemed to be home, so he took a position overlooking the small alley, watching Sir Easton pour a jar into the street. Wilhelm couldn't see or smell it, but he had a pretty good idea of what it was. "Only the freshest bait will do." he muttered to himself. He sat down at the window, rifle at the ready, waiting for their target.