Asassin

It's 4050 and the world has had to revert back to basics. Kacela is possibly the best huntress and hired asassin in the entire of Escocia. The country is alive with thieves, killers, and hunters. A new sickness known as the Mal Plague is striking Escocia, and the people are dropping like flies. The only way to stay immune is to stay away......

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3. Blowpipe

Markets.

One of the best places to lose yourself.

Kacela tugged at her collar. For this job, she'd had to dress like a normal peasant, and it irritated her. The white blouse, long grey skirt, and the brown sacking apron, along with a headscarf. They restricted movement and being fast and agile is crucial to an asassin.

Pretending to be interested in several bolts of thick yellow material, Kacela cast her eyes round the market. It was outdoors, in the Quintana Square, the main place for trading. Stalls were set up in a large spiral, and you could buy anything - soap, vegetables, ink, material, even tools like hammers. Quintana Square was also ideal for a quick kill and getaway. The smell of dirt and sweat and misery that rose off everyone in waves, the thick linings of dust and grime between the paving stones, the skinny dogs tied to the stalls by leashes made of thin string, as well as the abundance of wares, made excellent distractions.

Spotted.

About four circles further in the spiral, was the Lord Niteris, arguing with a stallholder over the price of a gold locket. Kacela had been given this job by Sir Evito, who wished to marry Lord Niteris's wife once he was dead.

Carefully, Kacela ducked beneath an empty stall selling bad-quality leather shoes. The owner was nowhere in sight, and his own malnourished dog had fallen asleep. Gently, Kacela reached for the elongated scarlet leather pouch at her hip and drew out a small tube made of bamboo. Gently, she inserted a poison dart into it and raised the blowpipe to her lips, taking aim. An unimpended shot to the ankle was all it needed. She could see the bare skin by his leg, and room for error was thin. If she shot it into his ridiculous velvet leggings, he would be alerted that someone was shooting, but he would not be poisoned. Shoot it into his leather shoe, and it would simply stick there. He would not feel anything at all. Bare skin. Bare skin. That was what she needed.

Inhaling through her nose, Kacela prepared to blow a quick, sharp breath into the pipe to end Lord Niteris's life. However, she was distracted by the sound of someone screaming.......and the rest of the market falling quiet to listen.

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