The_Assassin_

@zeon_liafador: The sound of sirens and the occasional secondary explosion filled the air, along with the constant pop of ammunition being ignited by the fires. The old stone building to his left helped muffle some of the noise as he calmly fled the scene, his honed senses on high alert moved down the fatal funnel between the two buildings, a quick glance towards a window confirmed his suspicions, he was being followed, by a woman, and something had just left her hand... Having only seen one of the blades, the quick pivot to his right up against the wall as his right hand reached up the back of his jacket to remove the bow he'd secreted there caused the second blade to miss him, but didn't stop the first one from skimming horizontally across his back, slicing it's way threw part of his clothing as well as the top layer of skin. Gritting his teeth he dropped low to the ground and readied an arrow, aiming directly for the heart of his pursuer, leading the broadhead arrow fly without a second thought.

@zeon_liafadorThe lone figure calmly strolled down the street, a hood pulled over his head to hide his distinctive medium length blonde hair as emergency vehicles rushed passed towards a burning warehouse several blocks away. The hit should have gone down with a lot less noise, but he hadn't planned on the dozen or so Russian mob types meeting with his target, a shady Czech arms dealer selling off Soviet era weaponry. Rather than risk any of the weapons getting sold off, or the target leaving before he got a clear shot, the Master Archer had decided to cut his loses and put an explosive arrow into a crate full of RPG-7s. "Not exactly my best work. But I'm getting paid and some village in Africa or the Balkans isn't getting machine gunned this week." Shrugging as he turned left into a cobblestone lined alleyway. He doubted he was being followed, but being cautious was never a bad idea.

@zeon_liafador: ;)

@mistress_sangria: "You too Sang, I'll see you around." Paying his tab before standing and strolling out of the bar.

@mistress_sangria: "I think we will too." Smiling over at her before glancing down at his watch. "Well, I need to head out."

@mistress_sangria: "I'm sure we could work out some sort of arrangement. So long as you don't double cross me. The last drug lord I worked for tried to and he got an arrow through the throat."

@_creed_: "Too bad, I liked Breda." Glancing over at the Raccoon. "I will admit I'm surprised to find out that a Raccoon is what concentrated awesome looks like..."

@mistress_sangria: He simply smiled and finished off his beer before returning his attention to her. "It's not important, but yes, I may have schwaked a few unfortunate souls in my time for the right price."

@_creed_: @mistress_sangria: "Creed it is then." Raising his drink to his fellow hired gun before turning his attention back to Sangria. "You could say that. I've been called other things in my time. Some of which aren't exactly things you'd say around a lady." Smiling at her for a moment before glancing back at Creed. "So what happened to the other Creed?"

@mistress_sangria: @_creed_: "I'd say our furry little friend just answered that question for me..." Smirking as he turned his attention to Creed. "Yeah... I know..." Shuddering slightly.

@mistress_sangria: "Hmm..." Smiling as he turned back to the bar and ordered a Yuengling. "Maybe we aren't so different after all..." Taking a long drink from the bottle.