Diplomatic Impunity Part 2
Vilhelm took a second to compose himself. He looked in a conveniently placed mirror, and admired himself for a moment. He adjusted his bow tie. He honestly wondered why he wasn't inundated with proposals of marriage, but he had not seen very many Amulets of Mara since arriving in Skyrim. Maybe they were just intimidated.
He was sure he could accomplish this mission quietly, despite others doubts to his ability. He picked up his briefcase, containing spare ammo and weapons, and a few potions. He felt his heavy pistol in a shoulder holster, and checked his backup revolver tucked in his pants under his coat. Satisfied, he continued a short distance, realizing that there had been two gaurds standing not too far away, though an open door.
They were not paying much attention, but were sitting, enjoying some fancy elven drinks. Vilhelm doubted the drinks were strong enough for a Nord. Both were wearing the blue armor, probably enchanted, feared and hated by all who were not of Altmer race. Vilhelm was stuck by sudden inspiration.
He set the briefcase down, right outside the door, and rushed into the room. In about three steps, he was right behind the guards, and slammed their heads together with substantial force. Both lost their drinks and toppled to the floor.
"Alcohol can give you quite a headache, especially for someone with such a weak constitution as an elf," proclaimed the Dragonborn, a little too loudly. Hearing a Nord voice, another Thalmor popped into view from a stairwell beyond the bar. He quickly raised his hand, lighting and fire crackling around them.
"What are you doing here? How did you get back here?"
"Would you believe looking for the restroom?" The elf raised his hands, and sent a bolt of lightning past Vilhelm's head and into the wall. "No huh? Well, fine, if you insist, there was this rather attractive Bosmer servant I saw. She was totally into me, and I thought, I must speak with her again. I am a man who often gets carried away in the pursuit of love." Vilhelm heard some struggling on the floor behind him and realized that the guards were not as out cold as he had hoped. His plan of being stealthy was rapidly becoming futile dream.
"You lesser races think yourselves so clever. There is no need to bother Lady Elenwen with this matter. We will deal with it right now." The mage raised his arms, still flickering with magika.
"I see. You see me as competition. Fine, the girl is yours."
"Shut up and die Nord." The mage prepared to unleash a blast, but Vilhelm was ready. Even though his arms were in the air, he had a few back up weapons. The Nord through a small knife which had been strapped to his arm. The mage fell back, a knife through the eye. Vilhelm ducked, but the bolt of fire and bolt of lightning went wide and destroyed some of the décor.
"I'm sure Lady Elenwen will appreciate your redecorating efforts." Vilhelm turned and sent a gout of fire into the face of one of the recovering guards. Before he could celebrate, an armored fist smashed into his jaw, and sent him staggering against the wall. The other guard then slammed Vilhelm into the wall, and pulled out an ornate knife. Vlad could see frost forming around the blade as the elf raised it in the air.
Even facing death, Vilhelm was determined to remain as stealthy as possible. A shout or gunshot would be far louder than even the mage's spells. Vilhelm tried to twist away, and the blade went though his shoulder instead of his neck. Even a tough Nord cannot stay silent under such pain. Vilhelm cried out, and his entire shoulder went numb. He could see ice forming around the would, and his own blood staining his jacket.
The elf had been lucky, and the blade had plate armor, nd went though a weaker leather joint. But Vilhelm wasn't done yet. He pulled another knife out from his sleeve, still trying to struggle. The elf was trying to decide weather to let go of the dagger to pin his opponent more securely, or remove the dagger and give his adversary a chance to slip free. Vilhelm made the choice for him.
The Dovakiin slashed the elf across the inside of the thigh, slicing through a major artery. The armor normally would have protected such an attack, but at such close range, Vilhelm had been able to get around it. The elf toppled back, and was dead in seconds. It was not the cleanest kill. As the adrenaline faded, pain slammed into Vilhelm. He managed to remove the dagger and get to his briefcase. A healing potion managed to heal most of the injuries and dissipate most of the pain.
Vilhelm climbed the staircase, and looked out a window. He saw a lone small building in the center of a courtyard. This had to be the place. It seemed his scuffle had so far gone unnoticed, but it wouldn't remain for long. The embassies own thick walls, and enchantments to prevent eavesdropping worked against the security. The courtyard had little cover, no doubt by design. Two guards were in the immediate area, patrolling about, carrying Altmer carbines, a versatile weapon, and were no doubt enchanted.
Since these were Thalmor, and not just standard Aldmeri soldiers, they probably were also using special ammunition, and were quite well trained. Vilhelm could not see the entrance from this angle. He slipped open the door, and closed it. He ducked below a railing, hoping to remain unnoticed, though the railing provided minimal cover. But, he had planned for such an event. Knowing his own lack of stealth, he had brought along an invisibility potion.
Vilhelm drank it down, and watched his own form fade. He rose, and began making his way quickly across the walkways down to the central courtyard. The patrolling guards did not notice him, and Vilhelm began to believe he was quite the stealthy man. But, as he rounded the building, a fireball exploded just behind him.
A Thalmor wizard waited at the door to the Ambassador's study. Despite being invisible, Vilhelm left a trail footprints though the snow, his form breaking though the whirling snowflakes. Acting on impulse, Vilhelm pulled out his gun and fired twice, sending two rounds into the mage, knocking him off his feet.
Vilhelm's armor and enchanted suit took the brunt of the fireball, and left him relatively unharmed. A round whizzed passed his head. He turned, and saw one of the patrolling guards firing at him from one of the walkways around the courtyard. Vilhelm fired back, trying to close the distance. The elf let lose a few more rounds, but decided instead to take cover, though the return fire was not particularly accurate.
The Thalmor believed he had a break when the intruder appeared a short distance away, standing in full view, a conjured sword in his hand, and pistol in the other. The Nord let an empty clip fall from the gun.
"Bring a sword to a gunfight?" smirked the elf. He raised his carbine and prepared to fire. The Nord just smiled, and opened his mouth. The other guard was preparing to fire at the intruder as well. But he was stunned by a sudden noise. The target disappeared from his sights. The elf quickly glanced around. If the intruder was a teleporter, they might need backup.
The other guard was about to drop his prey, when he found himself flying into a railing and crashing though. The force of the shout carried Vilhelm right into the elf, the conjured sword driving though the Thalmor's chest. The two crashed into the snow below. Vilhelm got up off of his fallen foe, and the sword dissipated.
Vilhelm looked up, and saw the other guard firing. Glass rounds slammed into the wall behind him, sending shards crackling with electricity spinning through the air. The elf was moving towards Vilhelm and firing, and it was the only reason the rounds weren't slamming into the Dragonborn. Vilhelm pulled out a new clip and slammed it into his gun, and fired off two carefully aimed rounds.
One went into the elf's leg, sending his next shot wide, and giving Vilhelm an opening to shoot the elf in the face, which he did. Vilhelm got up and recovered his briefcase from where he had dropped it after the fireball incident. He walked towards the door. And then another fireball flew past his head. The mage had gotten back up. The first two rounds had failed to penetrate the enchanted armor.
The mage readied another blast, but Vilhelm was faster. "FUS ROH DAH!" The elf slammed back against the wall of the building. Vilhelm walked up, and stabbed the elf with a knife. The mage slowly sank to the ground.
"Your...the...Dragonborn?" gurgled the elf.
"I am. A real cut above the rest." And Vilhelm opened the door to Solar.