Idle Hands Do The Devil's Work

As the Estate Guard's corpse hit the water with a splash, Dimitri flicked the blood from his blade. Timothy Blinked over to his rooftop, a City Watch pistol in his hand. "I take it you got your guard", Timothy said, flinging the pistol over the edge of the roof. Dimitri looked at Timothy and put a finger to where his mouth would be on his mask, whispering,"Be quiet, there's still guards around." Timothy nodded and Blinked back over to a separate rooftop. Dimitri approached the edge, looking over it and judging the distance. After a moment of analysis he jumped. As he fell through the air, he aimed his Blink. The world around him turned grey and everything froze, including him. An Estate Guard was standing in a hallway, his right side facing Dimitri. He Blinked towards the guard and stabbed. The guard noticed him, but too late, as the assassin's blade pierced his hand and plunged into his eye. The blade had punched straight through, his hand pinned to his face. Dimitri pulled the blade out and the body flopped to the ground. He swiftly snuck down the remaining length of the hallway, rats scurrying under him to feast on the easy meal behind him. Two Estate Guards and an Estate Captain jumped out from their hiding place. The Captain raised his pistol, aimed and as the gunshot sounded Dimitri's vision grew blurry and unfocused.

Dimitri woke with a start. He was lying on a dirty mattress at the corner of a cell, rats and insects flitting through cracks in the walls. He still had his Whaler uniform on, though his mask was gone and his hood was pulled back, revealing unkempt hair and several small scratches and scars. The sound of a key unlocking a door was followed by the screech of said door scratching against the floor as it opened. An Overseer stepped in, his posture perfect, his golden mask immaculate. The door shut behind him and he relaxed. He removed his mask, revealing a large scar running from his left eye to his collarbone.

"Dimitri."

"Anton."

Anton observed his brother closely, his messy brown hair, contrasting against his own tidy and neat hair.

"The guards have told me you haven't been eating."

Dimitri remained silent.

"You know, according to the Abbey's orders, I should kill you."

Dimitri glared at Anton, and he finally spoke.

"I'd like to see you try, 'Overseer'."

Anton bent down to Dimitri's level.

"Watch yourself, you damn heretic", he said as he discreetly passed the key to Dimitri.

Anton started to walk back to the door, but Dimitri said something. A single word. A name most men wouldn't whisper.

"Daud?"

Anton glanced back at his brother.

"Daud."

And he left the room.