After a short explanation to Raven Holm about Ellen, or 'Ms. Death' as they called her in the arena, things went back to business. Head Hunter wrote a short Letter to Luna, detailing about Ellen's... Recruitment to his team. Then they all turned to the target.
Sir Richard was slightly above average Pony height, meaning he was a few inches (or centimeters to non-americans.) taller than Raven Holm. His mark was a Gold Bar with a green money symbol in front of it. He was the last of the major funders on the outside. The funders that where above him were active in the rebellion itself, while the ones below him were dead.
Head Hunter took Ellen with him that night to the designated sniping spot. He took his silenced AWPee Hand, and was pleased to see that Ellen preferred the Hitman's Heatmaker, his old rifle of choice. She also carried a Cozy Camper, and took a Frying Pan as a melee. Scout, however, was harder to stealth.
Scout did not want a 'slow, big, and heavy' sniper rifle, so he instead was trying out a Cleaner's Carbine submachine gun. He took with him a Bonk! Can and a Three-Rune blade. He usually used a stock bat, but figured a sharp edge beats a blunt stick stealth attacks. It was also a bit quieter to use.
This was one of the few hits that left Raven Holm without a task. Sir Richard only let mares in, and Raven Holm (thankfully) refused to ware 'drag.' However, he was content to sit that one out, he felt he needed a break for how hard he was working recently.
It was about midnight when things started falling into place. Head Hunter and Ellen were sitting on the roof of a small restaurant that had closed several hours ago. It was no bigger than thirty square feet, and had nothing built on it as the Technology was missing that would have required vents and such.
The part of town the restaurant was part of was the strange part of town that turned out all of it's lights after 8 pm, always. This gave Head Hunter and Ellen perfect cover. Scout, however, had the hard task. He snuck over the low moss covered walls around Richard's lawn, and made his own way unto the roof.
The Mansion itself resembled a Victorian Era home, complete with pillars in the front, and large windows all the way around. Most of the windows had large curtains on them, but Head Hunter had little interest to what was inside, but rather to who.
...
The Curtains were still for many moments, though they felt like hours. Head Hunter was about to signal Scout to go in and kill Sir Richard from the inside when a noise attracted his attention. The sound of metal scraping metal drifted from down the dark street behind him.
"You got this?" Head Hunter asked Ellen.
"Sure, you go find out what that was, I will just sit here and be bored." She replied with more than a little sarcasm.
Head Hunter lifted his rifle, and stealthy made his way around to the other side of the building. The moon was full, but it was a very cloudy night, so it was still very dark. He could faintly hear footsteps, but he could not tell where they were coming from.
Suddenly a gap in the clouds exposed a single ray of the moon, directly down on a man in the street. Head Hunter zoomed in on him.
He was an average sized man, wearing a dark yellow vest, and brown pants. There was some sort of bandage over his head, and he was holding a section of lead piping. Head Hunter adjusted his scope to see better detail, and immediately wished he had not. The closer inspection showed that the man's clothes were filthy, and torn in many places. He was missing one shoe, but all of his toes on that foot were fused together. While the right side of his face was relatively normal, except for the many boils and scratches, and his eye sunken deep into it's socket, the left side looked like someone had taken the whole thing, and shifted it down a few inches. Over his left eye was a bloody bandage. It was truly horrific.
"Uh... Ellen? You may want to see this." He whispered over to his friend.
As one, the shifted across the roof, Head Hunter back looking at the house, and Ellen looking back at the street. He heard her try to conceal a small gasp of disgust. The house was still as it was when he went to look in the street, and by now Scout was bored.
"What is up with this guy?" Asked Ellen. "He is really chewed up!"
"I don't know, it almost looks like... Like he is suppose to look like that. I don't really know how better to explain that..."
...
"Sh.. Get back here." Head Hunter Whispered. "I think our mark is coming out!"
As Ellen shifted back into her original position, it became clear the Sir Richard was indeed moving toward his balcony. Scout was still sitting on the roof of the Pony's house, cleverly concealed.
As the Stallion walked onto his supposedly 'safe' balcony, he lifted a hoof to cover a yawn. His two female body guards started to accompany him, but with a quick movement, he shut the doors with his hind hoof. The was his first mistake.
As he walked to the edge, he leaned on the railing, and closed his eyes. This way his second mistake. Head Hunter and Scout had hopped this would happen, as it would make it easier to conceal their involvement. This was a part of the task they were the worst at.
Suddenly, a load, deep roar came from the street behind Head Hunter and Ellen. There was the sound of a reeving drill, and a male scream. After a short silence, the sound of a young girl's voice drifted up from the same direction, saying, "Good job, Mr. B! No one messes with MY daddy!"
Needless to say, this was enough to sufficiently creep Head Hunter and Ellen out. Scout, however, did not hear the Girl's voice, and kept his head. Sir Richard did not seem to hear the commotion, or else did not care, as he did not move.
Scout silently slid down the side of the house onto the balcony, and snuck up on the Mark. With one faithful push, Sir Richard fell thirty feet off his balcony onto the cold, hard, ground. However, he was still alive, and barely conscious. He was trying to scream when Scout leapt off the balcony... And landed on the Stallion's face. After quick search for any valuables, Scout ran off into the night.
Head Hunter let out a sigh of relief.
"Do all of your 'jobs' go like this?" Asked Ellen as they made their way back to the Hotel.
"No, some are interesting!" Head Hunter joked.