Jayson sat perched on the roof of a livery stable. Below him the horses
shifted uneasily. He waited for her to appear but so far there was no
snuffling of padding of feet. 'Come on Angua surely I'm not that difficult
to find. Maybe I overestimated you.' He thought.
His ears pricked at the sensation of the soft squeezing of air and breathed in deeply. He gazed at the dark alley as Angua walked out still adjusting her uniform.
'What took you so long Sergeant?' Jayson taunted.
'You!?' she hissed looking up at him. Jayson still sat, swinging his legs idly.
'Yes me. It seems I overestimated your talents. I see city life has dulled your senses.' He said.
'If you know what I am, why didn't you use a scent bomb to distract me?' she asked, cautiously moving closer.
'I wanted you to come. Besides if I used a scent bomb I wouldn't have been able to smell you coming.' Jayson told her. 'I'm disappointed in you. You haven't asked me the most important question.' He added.
Angua's eyes narrowed. 'Why did you attack Carrot?' she demanded, her fists clenching.
'He wasn't too polite in greeting me. Maybe next time he will be and will listen to me.' Jayson replied standing up.
'And now for a little game.' He said grinning, his nails lengthening. 'I'm surprised you didn't spot me for what I am. But you seem to have trouble with that anyway.' He said grinning wolfishly as his teeth lengthened. 'Come and get me Sergeant.' He called and started changing.
Angua glanced away in disgust and when she looked back the wolf was already running off across the rooftops.
'Damn it.' She muttered and started taking her own clothes off, changing in the process and began chasing him.
Jayson dropped from the roof lightly and tore through the streets, zigging and zagging through alleyways. Angua chased after him, following the black trail of smell he left. He dragged her on sometimes slowing to taunt her and then speeding away from sight.
Angua followed the trail to the river where it vanished. 'Damn, he jumped in the river.' She thought to herself and sniffed along the bank for any sign he'd come out.
Two hands suddenly shot out from the crusted surface of the river Ankh and threw her in. Blows rained down on her body, knocking the breath out of her. She felt ribs shatter and yelped in pain as she felt him snap the bones in her leg.
Suddenly the blows stopped and Jayson disappeared leaving Angua lying on the river surface. Yelping softly, Angua slowly dragged herself back to the bank and lay there for a while as the pain set fire to her mind. She forced the fog from her brain and slowly started to limp back to the yard.
Meanwhile Jayson smashed the window of a tailor shop swiping some clothes before disappearing into the shadows. He had another appointment to keep.
Vetinari sat at his desk writing in the glow of candlelight, the soft scratching of the quill pen the only sound in the room. He slowly slid open a drawer and secretly selected a sharp silver knife and with surprising speed was upright and striking at a figure who wasn't there.
'I'm over here my Lord.' Jaysoon said sat by the window.
'That was commendably fast.' Vetinari replied turning his steely gaze on him.
'For sure. I see you still have the Assassin's touch and a silver blade. Expecting me?' Jayson replied not moving.
'And yet you were expecting my expectations.' Vetinari answered still gripping the knife.
'But of course. I came prepared. But you can relax my Lord I intend to do you no harm although I may disrupt the fine machinery of the city.' Jayson told him still watching the knife.
'And you know how I feel about that?' Vetinari said icily.
'To be sure. But since you know what I am and why I'm here I've no doubt you've already planned how to repair my damage.' Jayson said still in a friendly voice.
'True but I still don't know who you are.' Vetinari replied sitting back down on his chair.
'Forgive me. My name is Jayson.' Jayson answered. 'I believe you intend for Mr. Da Quirm to take care of me when I'm through.' He added.
'Interesting, so like me.' Vetinari said with a humourless smile.
Jayson laughed dryly. 'Maybe but that is because I've had many years of study.'
'So what do you want exactly? Your attacks on Captain Carrot and Sergeant Angua were highly unexpected.' Vetinari inquired.
'Just a little fun.' Jayson laughed adding 'Though fun that has made my job harder.'
'So spirited, and you now realise Commander Vimes will hunt you down and I can't really stop him.' Vetinari informed him.
'Heaven's forbid you should! No, Vimes should have all the fun he wants. Although this is one werewolf that won't be put down so easily.' Jayson replied.
Vetinari arched an eyebrow. 'I see you have studied Vimes as well.' He said.
'Well I have been preparing for five years.' Jayson replied.
'And so when you have completed your task what do you intend to do?' Vetinari inquired.
'That all depends on him but no doubt either way I'll be no more trouble to your fair city.' Jayson answered opening the window. 'And now I have an appointment with Carrot and Destiny. Although she always is around Carrot, warping the world for her favourite son.' He laughed dryly. 'But I too am a child of Destiny.' He added and slipped out through the window into the night.
Vetinari sighed softly and replaced the knife. 'So dramatic.' He said to himself and continued his writing.
Angua finally made her way back into the Yard, collapsing in the main office to the amazement of the officers present. Corporal Cheri Littlebottom rushed over to her yelling 'Get Commander Vimes quick!'
A couple of troll officers carried Angua to a desk and lay her on it as Cheri fussed over her.
Vimes came rushing down the stairs whistling hoarsely under his breath. 'What the hell happened?' he thought.
'Take her downstairs to Igor!' he ordered and the trolls took her away.
'The rest of you get back to work!' he barked and followed.
It was a while later when Angua awoke. 'Carrot?' she murmured groggily.
'No Sergeant it's me.' Vimes replied softly.
Angua sat up wincing in pain. 'Sir!'
'Take it easy you're still in a bad shape. What happened?' Vimes asked gently. 'The attacker was a guy named Jayson, new lodger at Mrs. Cake's. Werewolf.' Angua told him.
'Werewolf?' Vimes said to himself as Angua lapsed back into sleep. 'That's all we need...' he thought shivering.
His ears pricked at the sensation of the soft squeezing of air and breathed in deeply. He gazed at the dark alley as Angua walked out still adjusting her uniform.
'What took you so long Sergeant?' Jayson taunted.
'You!?' she hissed looking up at him. Jayson still sat, swinging his legs idly.
'Yes me. It seems I overestimated your talents. I see city life has dulled your senses.' He said.
'If you know what I am, why didn't you use a scent bomb to distract me?' she asked, cautiously moving closer.
'I wanted you to come. Besides if I used a scent bomb I wouldn't have been able to smell you coming.' Jayson told her. 'I'm disappointed in you. You haven't asked me the most important question.' He added.
Angua's eyes narrowed. 'Why did you attack Carrot?' she demanded, her fists clenching.
'He wasn't too polite in greeting me. Maybe next time he will be and will listen to me.' Jayson replied standing up.
'And now for a little game.' He said grinning, his nails lengthening. 'I'm surprised you didn't spot me for what I am. But you seem to have trouble with that anyway.' He said grinning wolfishly as his teeth lengthened. 'Come and get me Sergeant.' He called and started changing.
Angua glanced away in disgust and when she looked back the wolf was already running off across the rooftops.
'Damn it.' She muttered and started taking her own clothes off, changing in the process and began chasing him.
Jayson dropped from the roof lightly and tore through the streets, zigging and zagging through alleyways. Angua chased after him, following the black trail of smell he left. He dragged her on sometimes slowing to taunt her and then speeding away from sight.
Angua followed the trail to the river where it vanished. 'Damn, he jumped in the river.' She thought to herself and sniffed along the bank for any sign he'd come out.
Two hands suddenly shot out from the crusted surface of the river Ankh and threw her in. Blows rained down on her body, knocking the breath out of her. She felt ribs shatter and yelped in pain as she felt him snap the bones in her leg.
Suddenly the blows stopped and Jayson disappeared leaving Angua lying on the river surface. Yelping softly, Angua slowly dragged herself back to the bank and lay there for a while as the pain set fire to her mind. She forced the fog from her brain and slowly started to limp back to the yard.
Meanwhile Jayson smashed the window of a tailor shop swiping some clothes before disappearing into the shadows. He had another appointment to keep.
Vetinari sat at his desk writing in the glow of candlelight, the soft scratching of the quill pen the only sound in the room. He slowly slid open a drawer and secretly selected a sharp silver knife and with surprising speed was upright and striking at a figure who wasn't there.
'I'm over here my Lord.' Jaysoon said sat by the window.
'That was commendably fast.' Vetinari replied turning his steely gaze on him.
'For sure. I see you still have the Assassin's touch and a silver blade. Expecting me?' Jayson replied not moving.
'And yet you were expecting my expectations.' Vetinari answered still gripping the knife.
'But of course. I came prepared. But you can relax my Lord I intend to do you no harm although I may disrupt the fine machinery of the city.' Jayson told him still watching the knife.
'And you know how I feel about that?' Vetinari said icily.
'To be sure. But since you know what I am and why I'm here I've no doubt you've already planned how to repair my damage.' Jayson said still in a friendly voice.
'True but I still don't know who you are.' Vetinari replied sitting back down on his chair.
'Forgive me. My name is Jayson.' Jayson answered. 'I believe you intend for Mr. Da Quirm to take care of me when I'm through.' He added.
'Interesting, so like me.' Vetinari said with a humourless smile.
Jayson laughed dryly. 'Maybe but that is because I've had many years of study.'
'So what do you want exactly? Your attacks on Captain Carrot and Sergeant Angua were highly unexpected.' Vetinari inquired.
'Just a little fun.' Jayson laughed adding 'Though fun that has made my job harder.'
'So spirited, and you now realise Commander Vimes will hunt you down and I can't really stop him.' Vetinari informed him.
'Heaven's forbid you should! No, Vimes should have all the fun he wants. Although this is one werewolf that won't be put down so easily.' Jayson replied.
Vetinari arched an eyebrow. 'I see you have studied Vimes as well.' He said.
'Well I have been preparing for five years.' Jayson replied.
'And so when you have completed your task what do you intend to do?' Vetinari inquired.
'That all depends on him but no doubt either way I'll be no more trouble to your fair city.' Jayson answered opening the window. 'And now I have an appointment with Carrot and Destiny. Although she always is around Carrot, warping the world for her favourite son.' He laughed dryly. 'But I too am a child of Destiny.' He added and slipped out through the window into the night.
Vetinari sighed softly and replaced the knife. 'So dramatic.' He said to himself and continued his writing.
Angua finally made her way back into the Yard, collapsing in the main office to the amazement of the officers present. Corporal Cheri Littlebottom rushed over to her yelling 'Get Commander Vimes quick!'
A couple of troll officers carried Angua to a desk and lay her on it as Cheri fussed over her.
Vimes came rushing down the stairs whistling hoarsely under his breath. 'What the hell happened?' he thought.
'Take her downstairs to Igor!' he ordered and the trolls took her away.
'The rest of you get back to work!' he barked and followed.
It was a while later when Angua awoke. 'Carrot?' she murmured groggily.
'No Sergeant it's me.' Vimes replied softly.
Angua sat up wincing in pain. 'Sir!'
'Take it easy you're still in a bad shape. What happened?' Vimes asked gently. 'The attacker was a guy named Jayson, new lodger at Mrs. Cake's. Werewolf.' Angua told him.
'Werewolf?' Vimes said to himself as Angua lapsed back into sleep. 'That's all we need...' he thought shivering.