?No way. Couldn?t be this easy,? the Scathachian thought to herself. She was sitting in the Inn, as she often did as of late, when her target waltzed in, alone. She was a small and unassuming creature, her petite frame posed little threat to anyone. Still, Talomar Longden had promised her a rich and rewarding career revival if she were to abduct this slight young woman, not to mention ten thousand gold up front. For a moment, Isuelt wondered what the Count needed this young woman for. Surely, she wasn?t an enemy, she looked too benign. Perhaps she was the daughter of an enemy, meant for a negotiation or parley session. Perhaps the Count would use her in some element of revenge against this unseen enemy. Isuelt blocked that last option from her mind as she replaced her drink back down onto the tabletop. A Scathachian surely would never be involved in helping an innocent meet their end. For that was what they strived against, at least that was what she told herself. ?To defend the defenseless, fight for those who cannot fight for themselves...? she trailed off into thought for a moment. ?Besides, who among us can truly be defined as ?innocent???
Isuelt blinked and her dark gaze found the girl sitting near the fireside with some sort of creature in her lap. She scoffed, probably some dragon ?pet? as the people here seem to be so fond of. As she mused, another came to join the small party. Bandages covered her eyes, Isuelt could tell that this second young woman had been robbed of her sight. Her target addressed this new addition as Moonlyght. ?This will be easier than suckering a man into bed...only to slit his throat later,? she smirked as her blood began to race. Her business sense began to kick in, as it had so many times before. She appraised the situation, took in the minimal amount of patrons, the early hour of the day, the absence of weapons on her target?s person. It was then that she saw her ?in?. Her head tilted lightly, her dark locks spilling past her shoulder, she recognized the girl. She was the young thing that had spoken hotly to her several weeks back, thinking that the attentions lavished on Isuelt were unfairly robbed from her. Jillian was her name....she was after Hanzo. A light smile touched her lips and she saw her target in a new light.
Leaving her empty glass behind, she stood up and began a slow saunter to Jillian?s table. The young girl?s eyes were tempted by the movement toward her and Jillian looked up to see the tall Scathachian swathed in black closing in. Isuelt smiled lightly to rebound the definite frown shouldered her way from Jillian.
?Jillian, right?? Isuelt nodded lightly.
?Yes,? a tentative reply welling up from the suspicious girl, as she was interrupted from her conversation with her friends.
Isuelt eased herself into a stance with one knee cocked and a hand on her hip. ?Thought so. You are with...Hanzo, right?? Isuelt knew the reaction this would incite.
Jillian squirmed lightly in her chair, her mouth taking a decided downward turn, ?No. I actually have nothing to do with him.? Isuelt could see the look in Jillian?s eye, she was trying to place her. ?Have we met??
?Yeah, cher. You were makin? eyes at ol? Hanzo and then you gave me a few harsh words when last I saw you,? the trap was being set. ?Too bad about that though...I thought that you two would be sort of cute together.?
?I have no need of the likes of him. Besides, I?m leaving this place. I?m going off to school.?
?School? Well, that?s very...enterprising in this day and age. That?s great.?
Jillian nodded a stiff thank you and returned to her allies in their conversation, all but shunning the woman who stood nearby. Isuelt turned on a pivot and started for the door, thinking that this was indeed much too easy. ?Leaving for school...then no one will even know she?s missing,? she thought as she reached the heavy oaken door. Just then there was a bit of a commotion behind her, turning to look over her shoulder, Isuelt saw that the dragon creature in Jillian?s lap was having something of a fit, a spasm of some sort.
?Icer, maybe I should get you some medicine or something,? Jillian uttered as she sprang from her seat and rushed for the kitchen, even as the creature shook its head and gritted its teeth in pain. ?Uh huh, sure,? Jillian called over her shoulder as she pushed through the kitchen door.
The front door eased shut as Isuelt?s gaze watched the scene unfold from the porch. ?Too easy...? Making her way off the porch and around the side of the Inn, Isuelt was headed for the window that led into the kitchens. On her way, her gloved hands skated over her belt and pouch, checking her ?supplies?. Bindings...check, handkerchief...check, chloroform...check. Climbing in through the window was easier than expected, and her experience lent her the silence she needed. Jillian was busy rifling through the larder and shelves of cookware. Isuelt?s muscled, black-clad frame moved easily through the kitchen towards her target. It was at that moment that Jillian turned around, pot in her left hand. She froze, seeing the form before her. Isuelt?s voice was low, a smile hung triumphantly on her mouth, ?I forgot my whiskey.?
?I?m sure you did,? her meaning not quite grasped by the Scathachian, yet Isuelt did note the faltering limp in Jillian?s voice.
As Isuelt started walking further away from the window, she sniffed to disguise the movement in her left hand, which housed a chloroform-doused handkerchief. She moved just past Jillian, who let out a relieved sigh. Isuelt?s pace slowed, then stopped. She turned around to face the young girl. ?Oh, and Jillian....?
Jillian looked up, her knuckles pale as she held the pot. ?Yeah, Issy??
?Good luck if I don?t see you after I leave,? she started moving toward her target, right hand extended in the age-old benign gesture of friendship. Jillian reached out cautiously to shake Isuelt?s hand, still a bit paranoid.
As if the heavens sought to validate Jillian?s fears, Isuelt?s casual smile simmered into a grim business-like expression as she yanked on her target?s forearm, pulling her closer. Jillian swung her only weapon, the pot, aimed at Isuelt?s head. With a quick duck from the experienced assassin, Jillian?s assault was finished, as Isuelt leveled a knuckles-first punch to her left shoulder. The nerve that was hit sent shock waves of pain mixed with a curious numbness down to Jillian?s fingers. The pot was sent crashing to the ground. Isuelt knew that that sound was enough to send up warning flags, as she quickly pulled the girl?s small body against her own hard frame. She cemented the handkerchief over Jillian?s mouth and nose, rendering any utterings mute. Isuelt held her target in place easily and waited....waited for Jillian?s petite form to slacken, waited for someone to come through the swinging kitchen doors.
Isuelt could hear a voice on the other side of the door, ?Jillian? Are you okay?? Must be the blind one, thought the Scathachian, no problem.
The target was spent, Jillian slumped against Isuelt. The sweet-smelling liquid had proven once again that it was worth more than its weight in gold. Easily heaving the girl over her shoulder, Isuelt closed the distance to the window and after seeing the alley was clear, she unceremoniously let Jillian drop out the window to the hard ground not too far away. The swinging door opened and Moonlyght once more called out, ?Jillian, do you need help?? Her unseeing eyes impotently scanned the kitchens. Isuelt?s features radiated as she nonchalantly saluted the woman, then silently slipped from the window to join her quarry in the alley. Once more shouldering her light burden after wrapping the small girl in her own cloak, she made her way back to the other side of the alley where it emptied out by the stables. Binding Jillian to her horse, Isuelt mounted the animal and gave the mare a swift series of kicks to speed her on. Next stop, Talomar Longden?s castle and ten thousand gold pieces. ?Easiest money I ever made,? gleamed Isuelt. The once famed Pack assassin was back in business.