The sun, glorious and golden, was at it's highest today observed the assassin as he looked at his surrounds atop of his vantage point. His prey was in this part of Jerusalem according to his informant. Taking a step back he ran and leaped off the edge of the cathedral he was standing on in one graceful dive and landed in a bail of hay fifty metres down. Poking his head out of the hay bail he quickly checked to see if there were no guards, finding none he climbed out and quickly brushed hay out of his clothing. Walking leisurely so not to be spotted the assassin took in his surroundings and listened for clues that would lead him to his target.
"Apples, best apples in Jerusalem and only ten shekels for six.", he heard a nearby merchant call over the chatter of the crowd. Merchants were leeches in his opinion, good for nothing, except for a diversion. He heard various preachers trying to convert people into their religions. He almost spat at the floor at the mention of Christianity but managed to keep his composure and listened for anything that could help him. Then as if his prayer was answered he heard raised voices to his left and looked over peoples heads to get a better view.
"Out of my way heretic" shouted the man who was being escorted by six other guards, two at the front, two at the back and two to his side, with him safely in the middle. This was his man, the informant had been specific in his description. The man was wearing a dark red turban and was carrying a sword on his left hip, the sheath embroidered with all kinds of gems and lined with gold, the assassin guessed that the sheath was worth more than the sword. However, this was no time to admire a goldsmiths handiwork, he had his own job to do.
Looking up to see if there was any way of escaping quickly after the kill he quickly made a path mentally, picturing the rooftops in his mind. He took his usual pose of bowing his head and looking like a monk to blend in and slowly walked over to his kill. Then with one fluid motion he ran jumped off of one of the guards in the front and time slowed to a crawl as his hidden blade sprang out of his arm like a serpent and the assassin plunged in the man throat. As he looked into the man's eyes a moment passed between them that lasted for eternity and he couldn't describe it but at that the moment, the assassin and his mark understood each other like two brothers understood each other. Then time started up again and he heard screaming and chaos going on around him.
"ASSASSIN!" bellowed one of the guards and that was cue to leave. Quickly cutting down the one guard in front of him he raced to the beginning of his route to freedom. Putting one foot on the wall he propelled himself upwards on to a ledge and swiftly pulled himself up on it. He saw a handhold that he could use and threw himself at it. Latching he climbed to the top of the roof and sprinted out of sight of everyone. This was the most exciting part of his job, the adrenaline rush he got from leaping between rooftops while those cowardly guards ran on the streets, too afraid to face him up here. He could see the assassin's bureau now, the entrance on the rooftop so no one could get in unless they knew how, he raced at it now, faster than before and as he took one last leap the roof he was meant to land on gave way beneath him and he was plummeting down three storeys . As he hit the ground he heard a crunch and gave a momentous howl of agony at his broken leg. The pain was unbearable but he was so close, he had to make it, had to…. He fell to the floor in a heap and lay there awaiting his death from the approaching guards.