Tenarius
18-10-2004, 02:42
The clink of glass contacting glass echoed throughout the halls, followed by the sound of classical music and discussions. Duke Camari Retasu was hosting a grand party for 34 different members of the Royal Family of Tenarius. Included in the party was Princess Natsuki Amashi, one of the few remaining direct descendants of Queen Nuriko I, founder of Tenarius. What nobody realized was the fact that in the rafters above, somebody else had taken the liberty to attend the party.
Michev Redrin was his name, although he was known only to his business contacts as "Wraith." He was one of the best assassins in the world; exactly one hundred and thirty-four men and women have been targetted by him, and only two had ever escaped him. Reaching into a pouch on his belt, he withdrew a small object. It was a ball of rice paper, but inside was a deadly poison of his own personal concotion. It combined the venom of a Black Widow spider, a Coral Snake, and an Asp. Extremely expensive to produce, but well worth the results.
Smiling, he held the poisonous ball out as the waiters brought out a pot of soup to fill the guest's bowls with. With careful practice, he dropped it, smiling darkly as it landed softly and dissolved into the soup.
Swiftly retreating to his exit point, he looked back to see how everything was going. Being above the level of the lights, he was well-hidden, the massive 1.5x1.5 meter beams made it easy for him to maneuver. The bowls were filled, and almost everybody was digging into their food. There was only one problem that he could see: Princess Amashi, his main target, was not eating any soup, just the pasta provided.
Mentally swearing, he crouched low and watched, a silenced Beretta 92S in his hands. Ten minutes passed and the poison hadn't kicked in yet; and the Princess had not touched her soup. In fact, the waiters were already taking dishes and she appeared to be finished entirely.
There was no other option, he would have to terminate her manually. Raising the Beretta swiftly, he took aim and fired. A quiet thump was heard and panic ensued as the Princess was knocked off her chair from the force of the bullet. He also noted another man with a full bowl of soup, and quickly took aim and shot. His face exploded in a red shower as the 9mm bullet tore through it.
Turning, he opened the window pane and hopped onto a lower roof of the East building of the Palace. The Palace Wall was only five meters away, and he had cleverly prepared beforehand. A thin piece of silk rope was waiting for him, and he eagerly began using it to bridge the way across. barely ten meters beneath him he could see members of the Royal Guard heading towards the building to investigate. Swallowing hard, he reached the end of the rope and crawled onto the wall.
"Freeze!" somebody shouted, and he knew he had been discovered. Rolling back he fired at the direction of the voice, and judging from the cry of pain he assumed that he had hit. Just six meters away his salvation lay. Unfortunately he also saw a pair of Royal Guards rushing down the parapet to investigate. Turning back, he ran towards the nearest tower, despite the fact that guards were now aware of his presence due to the lighted walkway.
He heard gunfire, and the rush of air as bullets whipped past him. Reaching the doorway to one of the towers, he rushed inside and closed the door behind him, clicking the latch. The room was empty except for stairs heading down, and the echo of voices could be heard coming from below.
Looking up, he saw a hatch leading to the attic. "Too long..." he whispered to himself. Turning he saw his golden opportunity: a window. Taking out his spare rope, he leapt to the window, grapping hook in hand. There was a thump as the soldier tried to break down the heavy wooden door, but to no avail.
Michev lodged the grappling hook into the wood and jumped onto the edge of the window...just as the Royal Guard gave up on trying to break in. Michev had counted on the door to stop light gunfire from reaching him. What he hadn't counted on was the fact that this particular unit of the Royal Guard uses the R-38 12.7mm Assault Rifle.
He was dead before his body hit the ground ten meters below.
Michev Redrin was his name, although he was known only to his business contacts as "Wraith." He was one of the best assassins in the world; exactly one hundred and thirty-four men and women have been targetted by him, and only two had ever escaped him. Reaching into a pouch on his belt, he withdrew a small object. It was a ball of rice paper, but inside was a deadly poison of his own personal concotion. It combined the venom of a Black Widow spider, a Coral Snake, and an Asp. Extremely expensive to produce, but well worth the results.
Smiling, he held the poisonous ball out as the waiters brought out a pot of soup to fill the guest's bowls with. With careful practice, he dropped it, smiling darkly as it landed softly and dissolved into the soup.
Swiftly retreating to his exit point, he looked back to see how everything was going. Being above the level of the lights, he was well-hidden, the massive 1.5x1.5 meter beams made it easy for him to maneuver. The bowls were filled, and almost everybody was digging into their food. There was only one problem that he could see: Princess Amashi, his main target, was not eating any soup, just the pasta provided.
Mentally swearing, he crouched low and watched, a silenced Beretta 92S in his hands. Ten minutes passed and the poison hadn't kicked in yet; and the Princess had not touched her soup. In fact, the waiters were already taking dishes and she appeared to be finished entirely.
There was no other option, he would have to terminate her manually. Raising the Beretta swiftly, he took aim and fired. A quiet thump was heard and panic ensued as the Princess was knocked off her chair from the force of the bullet. He also noted another man with a full bowl of soup, and quickly took aim and shot. His face exploded in a red shower as the 9mm bullet tore through it.
Turning, he opened the window pane and hopped onto a lower roof of the East building of the Palace. The Palace Wall was only five meters away, and he had cleverly prepared beforehand. A thin piece of silk rope was waiting for him, and he eagerly began using it to bridge the way across. barely ten meters beneath him he could see members of the Royal Guard heading towards the building to investigate. Swallowing hard, he reached the end of the rope and crawled onto the wall.
"Freeze!" somebody shouted, and he knew he had been discovered. Rolling back he fired at the direction of the voice, and judging from the cry of pain he assumed that he had hit. Just six meters away his salvation lay. Unfortunately he also saw a pair of Royal Guards rushing down the parapet to investigate. Turning back, he ran towards the nearest tower, despite the fact that guards were now aware of his presence due to the lighted walkway.
He heard gunfire, and the rush of air as bullets whipped past him. Reaching the doorway to one of the towers, he rushed inside and closed the door behind him, clicking the latch. The room was empty except for stairs heading down, and the echo of voices could be heard coming from below.
Looking up, he saw a hatch leading to the attic. "Too long..." he whispered to himself. Turning he saw his golden opportunity: a window. Taking out his spare rope, he leapt to the window, grapping hook in hand. There was a thump as the soldier tried to break down the heavy wooden door, but to no avail.
Michev lodged the grappling hook into the wood and jumped onto the edge of the window...just as the Royal Guard gave up on trying to break in. Michev had counted on the door to stop light gunfire from reaching him. What he hadn't counted on was the fact that this particular unit of the Royal Guard uses the R-38 12.7mm Assault Rifle.
He was dead before his body hit the ground ten meters below.