Eireen sighed, her silver eyes scanning over the city of Crocus. She was gazing at the busy streets from the shadows of one of the many alleyways, leaning against a building with her arms crossed. Once again, she had returned to the city intending to end the life of yet another person. It really was a happy accident that her personal target was also on a hitlist. Apparently, some people really don’t like this “Gregor Cassel” person, although Eireen couldn’t really bother herself over why. She knew all the information that Chance had deemed important for the sake of assassination, but that didn’t include the “why”. She could recite the man’s medical history, alcohol tolerance, his complete schedule for the past three days, and more, but didn’t actually understand why she was going to kill him. Well, Eireen herself was trying to kill him for the sake of her own gain, but otherwise, she doesn’t really know.
“Hey, Chance, why do people want this guy dead?”
The ethereal didn’t respond immediately, but it wasn’t long until his voice echoed through the mage’s head. “It’s his policies. They favor the weak too much, so a lot of influential people don’t appreciate their way of life being threatened. Apparently, just bribing him doesn’t work, so they’re resorting to extreme lengths. It isn’t like you really need to understand any other that, though.”
Eireen barely managed to suppress her laughter, “Seriously? So this time it’s a politician who fights for the weak and garbage like that?”
“Huh, you don’t think it’s kind of noble or anything like that?” Chance said, seeming almost hesitant with his words.
The reaper shook her head, “I mean, if people are weak, that’s on them. It’s a flaw for them to expect the strong to have any desire to protect them when the strong are the ones who set up all the rules.”
Eireen could detect just how apprehensive Chance was on the topic as he delayed replying. After all, it wasn’t really under his jurisdiction to probe her on her personal opinions. Especially if it was something as tentative as her opinions on the target she was meant to assassinate. “Well, I-”
Suddenly, a chorus of footsteps echoed through the alleys behind her, prompting the ethereal to hush up quickly. “Ah, my little honey trap has already caught some flies.” Eireen grinned as she turned towards the source of the voices. “Time to get to work.”
One of the main things about the assassination is not what you do when you’re faced with the target, but instead what happens beforehand. Did you properly set up the scene to be in your favor? Have you fully thought about all variables? If you don’t perfectly tailor the entire scenario, who knows what kind of variables could throw off your kill. Perhaps a witness will walk in at the last moment when you were trying to create a murder that looked like an accident, creating another body you have no preplanned way to deal with. Honestly, just going around and murdering people was much easier than doing things discreetly. But for someone like Eireen, that distinction wasn’t all too important for this specific job.
“Hey, lassie. Do you have any cash on you? If you don’t…” A ragged looking man said, his gaze passing over Eireen’s body. Behind him stood two other thugs, one of which was equipped with a metal bat. The lead man’s hand reached towards her, a wicked grin slowly forming over his face. Those three were the very definition of street degenerate, living trash that made you want to gag just by talking to them. However, the fact they chose to approach Eireen at all was a sign that they were just a bunch of small fries who couldn’t even use magic.
However, she simply slapped his hand away, her silver gaze cool. “Now, I think you shouldn’t be calling me lassie…” In an instant, her fist whisked out and implanted itself right in the thug’s face. He went barreling backward, his lackeys staring at Eireen with a stunning look in their face. “I’m your… what do you call it?”
“A wi-wizard?!” The man who just got punched struggled to say, he and his friends backing away in terror.
“Aw, don’t be afraid.” Eireen’s smile was soft and sweet, yet it was obvious through her uncaring eyes that it wasn’t a gesture of kindness. “I’m your big sis, now, right? You lot are under my authority.” The thugs continued to back away, but her slow, methodical steps followed. No one gave a hog’s ass about their lives, they were already deep in the dirt. So when they found the dead-end, their faces displayed the pure fear they harbored in the face of death.
“Wait, please…!” One thug wearing a bandana said, putting his hands in front of his face. “I'll give you anything you want-!” A spear flew a hairs length away from his face, impaling the brick wall behind him.
“Do you think you lot have something I want?” Despite her easy-going atmosphere, the thugs could barely speak under the pressure she exuded. “Well, I guess you do have something I want. After all, you guys are the types I like dealing with the most, the ones that put themselves first before anything else.” She walked up to the man in the bandana landing a chop on the top of his head. “You guys are the kind I can understand the most, so its easier to control you.” She drove her elbow into the thug with the metal bat. “And strength is always the perfect way to manipulate a bunch of cowards like you.” Her fist once more found its way to the lead thug’s face, leaving the three passed out in the middle of the dark alley.
After all, the one problem she had with the job was the fact someone actually needed to take credit for it. And the nature of Hidden Blades… well, let’s just say Eireen definitely wouldn’t ever be able to escape them if she ever outed them. So, why not just make up a group that could take the credit? It couldn’t just be made up of Eireen, so the perfect candidates would be the weak-willed thugs who were already familiar with the workings of the underworld. The reaper couldn’t help but grin as she sat down on a stack of crates next to the trio. Having a little puppet gang could really be helpful for the future as well.
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