A Master of Stealth

Daud watched the spectacle of the room from off to the side, relaxedly smoking his cigarette with one of his two second in commands standing at his side. He exchanged a look with the masked Thomas, before shaking his head and looking back to the scene. He watched Evie moving among her gang, settling tensions… he had to hand it to her, she had the presence required to make her people fall in line. They were far less behaved than his Whalers, but it was to be expected, considering the vast differences between their groups. At last, nodding at Thomas, he calmly crossed the room, moving among the respective groups and making his way closer to Evie’s side after she had settled one of the disputes. As his scarlet form moved, many of the Rooks studied him with a hint of fear, and parted from his pathway while his Whalers saluted him with respect, the room opening a new path for him in their midst as his ominous presence reached them. Releasing a breath comfortably, Daud’s grizzled tone spoke up from behind Evie, peering back at her with interest, and a faint amount of approval.

The Rook was practically quivering in fear when she had finished lecturing him. If that didn’t show how serious she was about everything then she had no idea what would. There had never been a threat over a removal from the gang but here she was throwing it around as if it were nothing. The person in question turned and wandered away, mumbling under their breath. Evie was about to turn to the Whaler to apologise when she saw his saluting form, and she turned more to see the scarlet form making its way towards her. A small smile formed on her face and she nodded her head lightly to him as she did so. Trust him to enter the room when she was dealing with someone dealing problems, that definitely wasn’t a good first impression for her little gang. Not by a long shot.

“Not too long, given their patrol routes. We would be well placed to return to the Flooded District to discuss matters further, and implement new plans.”, Daud replied, glancing back to the city streets, and the tall manor their kill resided within. He glimpsed various guards moving around the area, and turned back to where he was, looking ahead to her and moving quickly along the rooftops with her. Nearing the edge of one, he’d Blink to the one closest to it, then wait for her to catch up and rejoin his side. Mere minutes passed as they made their steady exit from the distance, until it came, shrill and shrieking through the district, echoing. An alarm had been raised, it’s siren reaching them and every guard in the district. Shouts carried through the air, including those screaming murder. Before long the place was going to be swarming with the blue coats of the City Watch tearing the district apart searching for them. Satisfied, Daud folded his arms and looked to the young woman again, inclining his head. “As you can see.”

Evie continued to quickly make her way across the rooftops, away from the scene of their crime. The further away they were the better for them both. The better for them both and the Whalers and the Rooks. They were putting a lot of people in danger with this job, but it was something they did constantly so it shouldn’t be that shocking. As Daud blinked his way across the gap in the rooftops, she moved to get to higher ground before leaping her way over the gap, landing soundly next to him, brushing herself off as she stood up straight.  “𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰, 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓲𝓽? ” she joked before walking along the roof. The sooner they got back to the Flooded District the better for the two of them, though she would happily admit that this was an extremely exhilarating job in comparison to what she usually did for Henry when she was in London.

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“You are worthy of your reputation, it would seem.”

Off he went again, leaving Evie behind to figure out some way to get up to him. Not that that was difficult, she was more worried about potentially having blood on her. She headed over to the window, perching on the ledge as she looked for the perfect place to aim her rope dart. After a moment of contemplation she let the dart fly before quickly making her way up the rope as quickly as she could. Once she was up there she moved to stand next to him. Her eyes went down to the streets below to see whether there was any commotion but the streets still seemed calm, the madness from the small room that they were just in had been contained and the rest of the guards (that were still conscious) had no idea what it was they had just let happen.  “ 𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓵𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓭𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓽𝓸 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓲𝓶? ” She asked him as she turned and started to wander across the rooftops. If they weren’t aware of what had happened there was no real reason to run, not when there was no one on the rooftops with them to potentially figure out that the were the culprits.

Daud nodded her way, and continued on down the hall silently. It was a long winding corridor, with numerous doors along the way. At certain points they had to pause and wait for guards to pass, creeping from shadow to shadow, blending in. Now and again, a foolish guard got in their way with no sign of leaving… forcing Daud to either launch a tranquilizer dart into their throats, or choke them out, as he’d done with the others. At long last, making sure the area was secure, the doors to the dining room resided before them. Activating his Void Gaze, Mark glowing again, he peered into the room, watching as their target, the glowing nobleman in question, remained where he was, feasting without a care in the world. A couple of servants were in the room with him, bringing different dishes, refilling drinks… everything a nobleman expected. Other then that, there were no guards they hadn’t already taken down together, or that weren’t on patrol on the lower floors. At last the masked Whaler deactivated his power, rose upright, clutching his sword, and looking to the hooded young woman, grizzled voice reaching her quietly, leaning in and murmuring into her ear. Last thing he planned on doing was giving their position away before it came time to strike.

Evie stopped outside the door, already looking around for entry points that she could use to her advantage. Thank God for ostentatious architecture because the openings along to top of the wall were clearly her way in. The walls were high which was only putting her at a greater advantage when it came down to it. She was pulled out of her planning by the feeling of the man being close to her, she turned slightly to look at him, nodding along at the orders.  “𝓔𝓿𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓪𝓻𝓶, 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓻.... 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓵𝓹 𝓾𝓼 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝔂. ” 

“Good answer, for someone your age.”, Daud agreed after a moment’s consideration, inclining his head. Most in her age group he encountered in his profession tended to prefer the alternative, with little concern for the trail of corpses and blood left behind. Lack of professionalism or basic common sense. Daud had no issue slaughtering as many as he needed to… but only as he needed to. The guards so far were quite below each of their skillsets, and were no match. Murdering them all accomplished nothing, and worse still wasted time. He crept past her position, moving on down the hall towards the dining room their target resided in, gesturing with a glove for her to follow. “I want you to kill this target, when we reach him. I want to see and judge for myself what you can do, your efficiency. See for certain if my new partner is squeamish with the dirty work or not. If we go on more missions together, it’s going to get a hell of a lot bloodier in time. This is nothing to what’s waiting. Any problems with that?”

People seemed to comment on her age quite a large amount, she didn’t really know whether it was because she was actually mature or whether it was just a stereotype that anyone of an elder age thought they were all running around and acting like... well... Jacob. At the mention of her taking the main guy out she brightened considerably, unable to stop the excitement bubbling at the thought of being able to prove that she was one of the Master Assassins of London to a man that was known for his Assassin capabilities. “Not a problem,” she told him with a smirk, moving her arm to let the hidden blade slide out before quickly allowing it to recede back to it’s usual resting place. That was the least of their worries right now, however. Right now they had to focus on actually getting to the man in question, there were still guards around after all and if they got stopped by them then this contract would have been wasted and Daud and his Whalers wouldn’t get whatever pay it was that they were promised.