So this is just an idea that I was rolling around in my head and I decided to try writing it. I'd like to know if anyone would read it if I continued.
I make my way swiftly through the building's ventilation shafts, just as I had done for many of my other contracts. My most recent targets were always the same; business men and women who don't care how many people they have to murder or lives they have to ruin in order to secure a rung at the top of the ladder. This one was no different.
Malrus Niphontae, a turian who had ordered the extermination of a small town to make room to expand his mining industry. Mercs had been sent in to do the dirty work and afterwards it had been made to look like a tragic accident. Many more incidents of this nature had been indirectly caused by Niphontae, and all of them had been covered up exceptionally well, but that hadn't stopped my client from investigating. According to them, they had hit numerous road blocks in the search for the truth Niphontae was doing everything in his power to stop them, eventually restoring to hiring professional assassins to kill them. Somehow my client was able to survive. They didn't have enough evidence to go to a court about Niphontae's actions, but they had enough to convince me.
As I near my target's office, I can hear voices, arguing below me. A turian male, not Niphontae, a guard most likely. He was speaking with two Asari. I paused for a moment. There were no vent covers near my position so I couldn't get a visual on the trio, but I could hear them well enough to catch the gist of their conversation. It seemed Niphontae knew that someone was coming after him. That wasn't surprising though. His attempts at eliminating my client had obviously failed and they had let up their assault on his operations as if they knew that the battle was about to end.
I continued on my way. If Niphontae was getting anxious, he might decide to go into hiding. That wouldn't hinder me very much but I would rather just get this over with. I wasn't far from the office and when I arrived, I peered through the vent cover and surveyed the room. There were four guards posted in each of the four corners. I thought about how I was going to take them out. I couldn't drop down without being seen. That normally wouldn't be a problem, but I wanted to get in and out as quickly as possible and if they all saw me, I would have to fight them. I reached back my pack. I didn't normally carry one but for some reason, I had felt the need to bring it this time. Inside I had an assortment of weapons that had long lain unused. When I pulled my hand out, a smoke grenade rested in my palm. I sent out a prayer to Amonkira before pushing out the vent and tossing the grenade into the room. After that, it was simple. Enter the room, take out the guards and then Niphontae; another contract fulfilled.
Getting out was just as easy, and as I walked away, disappearing into the shadows, my mind shifted to the next assignment. The next client, waiting for me on Omega. The next target, whoever they might be. The next kill.
I wait patiently, always in the darkest corner, always with the best view, watching the various groups of Soldiers and civilians; of Turians and Humans and Asari as they dance and drink, tell stories and laugh. All part of a fruitless attempt to wash away their worries.
A hand rests on my shoulder. Her soothing smile. "It is nice to forget all of your problems…just for one night."
The music that surrounds me is loud enough to push back the memories that fight for my attention. Memories of my dear Irikah, dancing in a club similar to this one.
She seemed to float on the dance floor, weaving through the sea of bodies such grace that even I, the greatest assassin in the galaxy was put to shame. I followed, my eyes fixed on hers; two sunset colored orbs that threatened to swallow me. If they had tried I would have allowed it.
I didn't dance, but I would for her.
The deep pounding of the bass yanks me back to the present and I continue examining the crowd around me. There is no one here that can move like her. There will never be anyone who can move me like she could. I don't have to wait long before my client makes his appearance; a human male in his early thirties. He approaches me, lacking the shady demeanor of my usual employers. The man had contacted me a few days ago requesting to meet and discuss a contract. Having just completed my previous contract and with no other obligations at the time, I had accepted.
"Thane Krios?"
I incline my head slightly, as is my way of greeting, then turn and head for the back door of the club. I already know where it leads. Someplace deserted where we could talk about what he needed me to do. As I exit, I cast one last glance toward the dance floor.
She grips my hand and pulls me to the center of the floor, a wide but lovely smile spreading slowly. "I know you can dance; the most graceful man in the galaxy has to have a few good moves."
I can almost see Irikah; twirling elegantly like in the memory.
I would for her.
My client follows me out the door and we find ourselves in an alley. He leans against one wall and I stand facing him, my hands clasped behind my back waiting for him to inform me as to what my task will be.
"You're considered to be the best assassin in the galaxy. All of the others I have hired have failed to eliminate their target, so I'm turning to you. Surely you can handle it."
He was challenging me but I knew better than to let pride take over.
"I will attempt to eliminate the target. Know that the fee will be returned in full if I fail. I trust you are aware of the cost of my services."
The man tosses a credit chit toward me and I snatch it out of the air, checking its contents before shoving it into a jacket pocket. He then hands me a photo of a Human woman in her late 20's with fair skin, light brown hair and hazel eyes.
"Her name is Natalie Grimon. She's a scientist working to develop biological weaponry to be used against other species. I haven't been able to find any proof; at least not the kind that could be used in convicting her, but she has to be stopped, hence the assassins. She uses a medical center as a front for her operations. I can send you all of the information I have on her."
I simply nod, handing the picture back to him. He takes it and tucks it away "Good. You can expect the files in the morning. Report back to me when the job's done."
He turns and heads back into the club. I take a moment to pray.
"Amonkira, Lord of Hunters. Guide me in finding the one whose heart is filled with wickedness. When I face her, grant that my hands be steady, my aim be true, and my feet swift. And should I succeed in sending her across the ocean, grant me forgiveness."
With that, I melt into the shadows and leave this place.
Ok people of the fanfiction world. Let me know what you think so far.