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Cyles.
One of the less populated areas of Xastristan he had ever known. The area here was rural, with the nearest building no more than 5km away. Sitting in this country side, it was believed, was a very wealthy but paranoid man. Astin Malekstov. That noble made quite a name of himself and a well respected figure within the Government.
It was no wonder why someone wanted him dead.
Sly took the mission poster and memorised the face and address of this man. In fact, he was already there. He decided to pick the midst of night to begin this little operation. An assassination. Not really in Sly's forte but he could very well perform such a task.
There he laid, on the slanted surface of a cliff edge overlooking the vast mansion. It was beautiful and looked as if Astin could hold a junction whenever he wanted to. There were many outdoor areas the partgoers could venture out and drink, with a large swimming pool and a pool table here and there.
This mission was definitely a lot difficult than what it seemed. Sly oversaw a party for arostocrats, noblemen and other very prominent figures of the Beyond. Some of them Sly knew very well to be Anti-dragon. There was no sight of the target anywhere. He was here alright, else why would he leave his guests cold.
Sly watched the passing of chariots and more attendees climbing the steps, passing the guards as they whispered into their radios to one another. It was a rather quiet party. Nothing extreme. Much like the calmness of the night. Sly brought his coat closer to his neck, feeling the chills biting. On the ground, next to a faint glowing torch and the poster was a blueprint for Reaper, a stealthy but powerful sniper rifle that could fire every round in silence. Certainly Sly did not have the money nor know any sellers, but he really needed to memorise the build and compensate with his pocketwatch. Sly made sure he practised manifesting such a complicated weapon beforehand. It consumed 50% of his true pieces, not counting the bullets he had to create himself.
On his lap was the constructed rifle. Sly had checked it at least ten times now and its as close as what he could get to the blueprint. Now, all he really needed to do was wait for One to get into position. In an assassimation type of mission, a stealth drone like him would be a perfect partner. Sly checked his COMMS and was satisfied that One was within range.
Sly laid splayed on the rocky ground, rested the barrel on a rock that was jutting out, and peered into the scope. The only sound was the ticking gears of his rifle with every passing second. He searched every floor but the target was not in sight. Not even in his office window. Seems the poster is right about one thing. There are seven guards walking about outside, and I saw a few inside. No sign of the target.
One of the less populated areas of Xastristan he had ever known. The area here was rural, with the nearest building no more than 5km away. Sitting in this country side, it was believed, was a very wealthy but paranoid man. Astin Malekstov. That noble made quite a name of himself and a well respected figure within the Government.
It was no wonder why someone wanted him dead.
Sly took the mission poster and memorised the face and address of this man. In fact, he was already there. He decided to pick the midst of night to begin this little operation. An assassination. Not really in Sly's forte but he could very well perform such a task.
There he laid, on the slanted surface of a cliff edge overlooking the vast mansion. It was beautiful and looked as if Astin could hold a junction whenever he wanted to. There were many outdoor areas the partgoers could venture out and drink, with a large swimming pool and a pool table here and there.
This mission was definitely a lot difficult than what it seemed. Sly oversaw a party for arostocrats, noblemen and other very prominent figures of the Beyond. Some of them Sly knew very well to be Anti-dragon. There was no sight of the target anywhere. He was here alright, else why would he leave his guests cold.
Sly watched the passing of chariots and more attendees climbing the steps, passing the guards as they whispered into their radios to one another. It was a rather quiet party. Nothing extreme. Much like the calmness of the night. Sly brought his coat closer to his neck, feeling the chills biting. On the ground, next to a faint glowing torch and the poster was a blueprint for Reaper, a stealthy but powerful sniper rifle that could fire every round in silence. Certainly Sly did not have the money nor know any sellers, but he really needed to memorise the build and compensate with his pocketwatch. Sly made sure he practised manifesting such a complicated weapon beforehand. It consumed 50% of his true pieces, not counting the bullets he had to create himself.
On his lap was the constructed rifle. Sly had checked it at least ten times now and its as close as what he could get to the blueprint. Now, all he really needed to do was wait for One to get into position. In an assassimation type of mission, a stealth drone like him would be a perfect partner. Sly checked his COMMS and was satisfied that One was within range.
Sly laid splayed on the rocky ground, rested the barrel on a rock that was jutting out, and peered into the scope. The only sound was the ticking gears of his rifle with every passing second. He searched every floor but the target was not in sight. Not even in his office window. Seems the poster is right about one thing. There are seven guards walking about outside, and I saw a few inside. No sign of the target.
