- The Job:
- Job Title:
Basic Boyfriend Assassination
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The completion of this job must abide by the Guild's Laws.
A Mr Jason Hershall has contacted you. Mr Hershall is a famous, billionaire specialising in the trade market. He only has one child, a daughter, who he fully intends to marry off to someone he deems worthy to bring into the family business. His daughter, Penelope, however, has other ideas. Despite, her father's strong disapproval, she has been dating a boy he loathes. A fratboy, with no real assets or goals, someone who just floats through life partying and behaving recklessly. On a childish whim, it seems Trevor has put the notion of marriage forward to which Penelope has accepted. The couple plan to elope and get married abroad, despite her Father's strong refusal. After deciding there is no alternative, Mr Hershall has decided to reach out the Hidden Blades and hired you for the task.
To kill Trevor Willet.
He has no care about how it's done, as long as Penelope isn't around to see it. Get rid of him, and make it look like an accident. As always in Hidden Blades, be sure to cover your tracks.
Enemy Melee Damage:
Trevor isn't that strong, but he's still a young lad and a jock at that. If he discovers you attempting to take him out, he will throw some hard punches dealing C Rank melee damage.
5k Jewels per participant.
Accidents were easy. A careless slip and fall, the failure of a safety measure, acts of god; everyday occurrences that no one could predict. Such a simple, basic thing can lead to the deepest tragedies though. Loss of possessions, hard work, or even life. With one bad roll of the eternal dice, everything can slip away. Accidents were easy. Creating them was hard.
Arsene mumbles as he tried to focus back on his task. The railing was oddly secure, rarely had it taken him this long to loose the bolts on one. Sweat formed on the old man's brow, cheek raised and tongue peeking out of his mouth amidst his struggle. Finally feeling it start to creak open, a long sigh forced it's way outside his lips. Loosened to the point it was barely held in place, the city repairman dropped his wrench and wiped his head. Exactly what he was aiming for; a light push and the entire thing would drop down, falling at least 4 stories down into the road below. That was the hard part of the job today, at least in his opinion.
Standing, Arsene threw the wrench into the small bag hanging by his side. He would have to pass this off to his partner before moving on. A costume change would be in order too. Currently, he was disguised as an elderly repairman Arsene had encountered a few years ago. He made sure no one would see him, but just in case, donning the appearance of someone who should be checking the bolts on the old steel bars. It was a dark night, and already a few hours into it, so there was incredibly low odds anyone could see him there, even less they'd actually be out. At this point, the only people around would be those waiting for last call at the bar, like he knew their target was.
From the info Arsene gathered, Trevor always went out for drinks after work with his friends. And, he always stayed till last call, before staggering back to his home to pass out. That was all that Arsene needed to write the script for the night. It wasn't an amazing story or anything but it would pass. The actor had a bad habit of holding his directing standards too high. Sometimes, simple was the best answer. Stretching, he looked around for his partner. Troubadour, as he was known in the guild, had reached out for a stage hand on this job. They should be arriving within a few moments, and then they could begin. Arsene could have done this solo, but he preferred to have someone there to help him out; he didn't like getting his own hands dirty.