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Lady Bardok. The Blade of the King. Avlin. She had many titles. But the only one that the Deeja Peak Alliance feared most was the Blade...
The stories that had been spread throughout of her feats were legendary. Impossible. Soldiers thought of her as a ghost, generals as their very likely Grim Reaper. Every man and woman that was a part of the Alliance had heard of the Blade by now, or at least the ones that mattered. Right now, the assassin was hanging from a sheer cliff face, the looming mansion peering across from her position. She scribbled into a datapad, every shot she planned on taking from this position had been carefully timed and calculated. Till she moved in.
Three targets. The Earl of Vis, The Head of Guard, and the Eyepatch, as she had called him so for the sake of brevity. Three days she had gathered information, patrol routes, and HVT locations. And now, clad in the garb of a true royal protector, she hung from the cliff face on a harness, her rifle carefully balanced on her lap. Ten seconds till the next patrol came. Then afterwards there was a five-minute window where she could infiltrate the palace. The two guards here always took a smoke break, side-by side. Everything was calculated. She tucked the datapad into her jacket and put her rifle's sling around her neck, breathing as she steadied the scope.
There they were. Right on time. As they shuffled, there was a brief moment where the two were aligned, just enough where she could kill them both and send them toppling off the cliff. 125 meters away. She took her shot. The bolt seared through the two a couple seconds later, harmlessly flew into the sky, and the two bodies tumbled into the water below. The discharge sound had harmlessly ricocheted off the rocks. She put a hand up to an earpiece and spoke softly.
"And so it begins..."
That was all that needed to be said to her partner, another skilled killer. He was posted up in another area, hopefully able to reach the deadline and rendevous before they ran out of time. She looked at the securing anchor that had kept her on this cliff and then to the second anchor she had placed 50 meters down, which left that line taut. Her plan was to swing all the way to the mansion. Each anchor had another cable that was used to swing to the next. Complex, but efficient. There was a moment of her inhaling before she unclipped her harness from the first anchor point, swinging just enough to the next. And the next. And the next. Till at last, she swung to the top of the cliff face that the two guards had fallen from earlier. By this time, four and a half minutes had passed. She crouched and slung her rifle, going against the low wall and waiting for the next shift to arrive.
Hopefully her partner was coming soon. He had about 25 seconds. That was their window.
Lady Bardok. The Blade of the King. Avlin. She had many titles. But the only one that the Deeja Peak Alliance feared most was the Blade...
The stories that had been spread throughout of her feats were legendary. Impossible. Soldiers thought of her as a ghost, generals as their very likely Grim Reaper. Every man and woman that was a part of the Alliance had heard of the Blade by now, or at least the ones that mattered. Right now, the assassin was hanging from a sheer cliff face, the looming mansion peering across from her position. She scribbled into a datapad, every shot she planned on taking from this position had been carefully timed and calculated. Till she moved in.
Three targets. The Earl of Vis, The Head of Guard, and the Eyepatch, as she had called him so for the sake of brevity. Three days she had gathered information, patrol routes, and HVT locations. And now, clad in the garb of a true royal protector, she hung from the cliff face on a harness, her rifle carefully balanced on her lap. Ten seconds till the next patrol came. Then afterwards there was a five-minute window where she could infiltrate the palace. The two guards here always took a smoke break, side-by side. Everything was calculated. She tucked the datapad into her jacket and put her rifle's sling around her neck, breathing as she steadied the scope.
There they were. Right on time. As they shuffled, there was a brief moment where the two were aligned, just enough where she could kill them both and send them toppling off the cliff. 125 meters away. She took her shot. The bolt seared through the two a couple seconds later, harmlessly flew into the sky, and the two bodies tumbled into the water below. The discharge sound had harmlessly ricocheted off the rocks. She put a hand up to an earpiece and spoke softly.
"And so it begins..."
That was all that needed to be said to her partner, another skilled killer. He was posted up in another area, hopefully able to reach the deadline and rendevous before they ran out of time. She looked at the securing anchor that had kept her on this cliff and then to the second anchor she had placed 50 meters down, which left that line taut. Her plan was to swing all the way to the mansion. Each anchor had another cable that was used to swing to the next. Complex, but efficient. There was a moment of her inhaling before she unclipped her harness from the first anchor point, swinging just enough to the next. And the next. And the next. Till at last, she swung to the top of the cliff face that the two guards had fallen from earlier. By this time, four and a half minutes had passed. She crouched and slung her rifle, going against the low wall and waiting for the next shift to arrive.
Hopefully her partner was coming soon. He had about 25 seconds. That was their window.