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The assassin was grateful for the silence. He’d killed a man once for annoying him. Ironically, that man, once Corran Bethager, might have accompanied the squad from Nexus Prime had he not aroused the elf lord’s ire. Luckily, though, no such occurrences surfaced on this particular occasion. The heru Mynendil sat silently in the shadows, focusing upon the bloodshed yet to come. By the end of the evening all of their hands would be guilty of life’s gravest sin, but they would be rewarded with another: avarice.
Alighting into the row boat as they arrived at their destination, the assassin subtly deposited a bag of one thousand crowns at the Captain’s feet –their insurance policy back home. And then the entourage was off, deploying towards their targeted ship with every intention of reducing its crew to zero. There could be no survivors, Nimavel knew, but there was no one better at ensuring such an outcome than the prestigious Lord of House Mynendil.
“Yuri, when we reach land, you and the Boys fan out. Assess the perimeter for watchmen and guards, anyone that may pose a threat in compromising our presence here. Relay the information back to Digits and me. From there we’ll consider our angle of approach.”
The assassin’s lavender eyes met Yuri’s momentarily, taking solace in remembering that Yuri, prior to his assimilation into Nimavel’s force, had controlled a rather small portion of Nexus Prime’s docks rather effectively. Yuri and his band were the bruisers of the group, the enforcers. They could take care of themselves.
“Lucy and Anton, keep close to Yuri but operate as our liaisons to communicate between the different groups.”
He nodded to the former prostitute, the glimmer in his violet eyes betraying his high expectations. He would not tolerate failure in this area, not when all of their lives depended upon her efficiency.
“Digits, you come with me.”
The assassin’s head inclined towards the katta in silent but evident understanding. Besides Nimavel, of the group, Digits was the most experienced at stealth, evasion, and guerrilla combat. If there was anyone that the Heru Mynendil trusted to handle himself and get the job done, it was certainly Digits.
“We’ll pick our way to the main encampment. After a brief reconnaissance we’ll return to the others and adjust our plans accordingly.”
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