Mission 1

Authors note: first fan fic ever and after replaying the thief franchise for the first time in a long while in preparation for thief 4, this idea came to me while I was daydreaming in class, enjoy.

It was a typical night for public enemy number one, get into a fat nobleman's elaborate mansion, lighten there pockets, leave quietly... low risk, high pay, this will defiantly pay the rent for at least a week maybe two, Garrett smiled by the thought that his landlord will finally get off his back and be able to be left alone.

But something left the thief with a bad feeling, but it was a familiar one. After all being watched, almost stalked even, comes with the territory to the Keepers despite Garrett openly stating his disagreement on the matter. Darting his eyes behind and above him his anxiety slowly subsided, eventually leaving his body with a heavy sigh it seems old age is finally catching up with me. hallucinating threats that aren't there...sneaking around the narrow corridors listening for loud, clumsy foot steps of half asleep or drunk guards. Garrett continued with his "charitable" work, carefully placing each finding into his bag so they wont make noise as he moved banishing his concerns to the back of his mind.

"that should do" smirked Garrett "don't want this gold mine be on the streets". Ready to leave the scene of the crime, the thief's ears picked up an subtle shuffle, re-awakening his anxiety with a vengeance, Garrett spun around facing the noise, clenching blackjack with a death grip. Ready to strike what ever thereat that caused his anxiety to begin with, but was only met with silence and shadows. Dis-satisfied with the encounter Garrett impatiently sighed and rammed blackjack to its usual spot. It was as if Artemus was still alive and was trying to persuade Garrett to help the Keepers and become one of their own once again, as much as he would hate to admit he misses his old mentor, that old bag sure was handy in a pinch, heh even when he manages to sneak up on me...

On the way back to the rendezvous point, Garrett spotted a door he didn't yet explored, mumbling voices echoed though the wooden door, obviously a conversation that doesn't wish to be over heard but end up being eavesdropped on as the master leaned towards the door to carefully open it just a crack and peer in. There were two "gentlemen" in what looks like a library judging from the rows upon rows of books, it was a small room completed with a desk and torches flickering and sparking threateningly to one of the book shelf's making Garrett cringe a little but smile at the same time nobles... they only collect these things just for show, and a pretty penny; might as well grab some for the road, one of the strangers seemed off, he at first to be like any other rich snob but on his right hand was a mark Garrett never seen before in his life or didn't pay attention to from his early years, it seemed like a glyph the Keepers like to have laying around but at the same time wasn't, maybe Pagan? The other was the nobleman Garrett was "borrowing" from, Lord Eldon. Infamous for this round stature and being the barons right hand man.

"...what is the progress so far?"

the Stranger replied with a monotone, disconnected voice "the plan is to introduce this poison to the lab rat selected and see how quickly it can spread and effect the others.If there is success we will spread it to the poorest districts for human testing, all it needs now is your signature my lord" the stranger graciously offers a quill to Eldon. Keeping their professional stature and unreadable expression.

"good, the sooner those low lives are gone the better, the Baron has more important matters to address then these leechingpeasants"

Eldon rips the quill from the "noblemen" and scribbles his signature as quickly his fat greedy hands can muster, Garrett clenches his jaw out of sheer spite, this is what they call "ethnic cleansing" when really it is mass murder to those who didn't fit a certain criteria, but here was Garrett, some how managing to save the world three times only for another problem to emerge, but this time, it was directly life threatening for him, the Trickster may have taken his eye but these monsters aren't going to take his life to what could be a slow, cruel fate.

A smirk crept on both the creatures faces "it is a pleasure to do business with your faction, you people prove to be quite useful... despite your small numbers" Lord Eldon added offering his hand, the stranger hesitated his face stiff from the supposed insult. As they were about to shake hands a blur of black dropped down from seemly out of no where. A pool of blood formed underneath the impact from the blur, right where the stranger was, Lord Eldon attempted to run from the situation straight towards the door where Garrett was eavesdropping but right when Lord fat ass reached the door, he went went limp revealing a dagger right between his neck and skull. The perfect, clean, kill leaving the door wide open thanks to the lard filled creature. Time to take the Lords advice and get out of here before the "finestguards" figure out what's happened.Slowly Garrett crept away from the door. Now is defiantly not the time to make sudden movements but he is going need to be quick, forthe commotion isn't going to go unnoticed. "Wait" whispered a cold, ruff voice, instinctively Garrett froze in the thick shadow; silently hoping the assassin would think that his witness was already gone. A hooded figure stepped over what was once a living thing and looked directly where Garrett was hiding with a blank face. He had quite a slender dirty look to him for what Garrett could see under the deep hood but had a moderate build suggesting that he was well fed and the clothes he had on concludes that he has a few coins to spare to afford dark leather and fancy killing tools. For what Garrett could remember he has never seen this assassin on any wanted poster around the city he's either inhumanly good or just arrived from some where... bad luck on my end either way.

"I know you are there thief, why don't you come out and claim what this bastard has left for your taking" the assassin angrily suggested with a voice that even Keepers would be jealous of for how hush it was, while kicking the lump beneath his feet. Garrett was anything but stupid he knows these kinds of "people" he only wants him to come out of the shadows just to have a clear shot at his head and he would rather not die today "I understand your hesitation I heard about your cleverness and instincts... to prove I'm not going to harm you I'll remove my weapons" as soon as the assassin finished his sentience he began to remove his arsenal of weapons daggers, swords, gauntlets, throwing knives, etc. And stepped away from them holding his hands in the surrender position but was only left with a glowing evil eye from the dark,this only brought a smirk to the assassins face "and stubbornness, you are quite the anti-social Mr. Garrett, and here I was hoping to meet my idol face to face and exchange small talk" chuckled the cold heart-ed criminal before him "I'll just finish my business and claim my bounty. May I also suggest good look around in there, I'm sure there will be something of interest for you" he stated as he equippedhis weapons once again.

This time it was Garrett turn to watch the figure before him, firstly he collect blood for proof of his kill and then stopping for the stranger to whisper something in aforeign language, before melting into the shadows. Once it was safe to leave the dark oasis Garrett made his rounds as well and collected the signed mass murder document and purses, better go before the howling begins.

Almost right on cue; Rushed clumsy foot steps approached the library as Garrett made his way down the hall almost as if in human speeds "by the Builder they're dead!" "over there! They are getting away!" pointed one of the guards, shit... so much for leaving quietly... and not becoming a scapegoat like the wind Garrett sprinted to the closest exit and climbed down from a 2nd story balcony with curses, insults, and screamsgradually getting quieter as the wrongly accused thief ran to his safe house.

Hope you all enjoyed this first chapter of many more to come, feel free to leave criticism and ratings. Have a nice day :3