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......


5. Incomplete

'The Plague!' yelled someone. 'She has the Mal Plague!'

The effect was immediate. People began screaming, shouting, running through the crowd to get away. Kacela took this as an opportunity to put the blowpipe and dart away, then slip off into the shadows.

But she hadn't done her job.


'I'm sorry, but the job was incomplete.' Sir Evito looked coldly down at the red ninja. Kacela had changed - as she always did - before going to collect her money. She did not like to be recognized.

Kacela gritted her teeth and held out her hand. '500 Lamna is still required for an attempt, no matter if it was successful.'

Sir Evito laughed. He did - he threw back his head and laughed like a donkey. Kacela stood her ground.

'I'm not giving you 500 Lamna for going into Quintana Square and aiming a blowpipe at him!' he snorted. 'I agreed for fifteen hundred for a successful asassination.'

This numpty did not know what he was walking into.

Kacela took out one of her swords and ran a cloth-covered finger down the wicked, sharp metal. 'Oh, I don't know,' she purred, waving it hypnotisingly inches from his nose. 'You might just get a visit from me tonight.'

Sir Evito paled, but then squared his shoulders and cleared his throat. 'No kill, no pay,' he said firmly, and slammed the door.

Sir Evito was found dead, cut into three equal pieces, at ten in the morning the next day.

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