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Chapter 3
It took him three days before the temptation got to Merlin and he had to see the picture inside the envelope. He hadn't rung Uther yet to tell him that he wouldn't do it as well. He was still in the planning stages.
Not that he should be planning because he wasn't going to take the job. Just curiosity had got the best of him.
Merlin sighed. He really shouldn't have opened it.
He had spent the last week researching Le Fay. He had found out her real name, her date of birth and where she was currently living. A fellow Irishman, well woman.
It confused him to why someone would want her dead. The Driscoll name sounded familiar but he couldn't place where he had heard it before. He had tried to press further and try and find out about her parents but for some reason he had drawn a blank, like they had just suddenly disappeared.
His latest discovery about her made him even more worried about the reasons behind her death warrant. She was regarded as the best assassin in the country.
Now, Merlin didn't know whether they were talking about Ireland or Britain but he was sure that he held that title. He might just work exclusively for Camelot but there were many people that would want him to do a job for them. Maybe she was getting all the jobs he turned down.
He scrolled through the pictures becoming more and more disturbed by her. She had some … very colourful ways of the way she would perform her service. Merlin stopped at one and stared at it until he had to shut the laptop lid.
He placed his fist against his mouth. She would be extremely hard to kill. If he didn't get it right, he would probably end up as someone of them people did. He would probably be interrogated and probably die from blood loss from that rather than anything else.
His mind went straight back to the last time he was interrogated and Freya. It wasn't fair on her. She deserved so much better. He should have broken up with her when he had the chance. He always knew that his life was dangerous and she had unknowingly entered that life.
He tried to banish those thoughts. He would just ended up beating himself up about it for the hundredth time.
Instead he tried to put his mind back to the task in hand. Why would someone want an assassin dead?
Morgana sat down and looked up at the photo of Emrys.
There wasn't a lot on him really. There were sources that said he was some marketing manger or something of the description of Camelot. There were some lovely photos of him and the CEO and his son, Arthur. He must be well known in the company. That was the first problem.
The second was that she had no preference from her employer. Most of them had an idea of how they wanted the person to die. She had done some horrific things in the past to try and complete the task to their standards.
So with no preference it was up to her. It was more difficult than she could imagine.
Working for such a big company didn't help either. It ruled out a number of different ways, like kidnapping him on the way to work. It would mean that she would only have one night to execute her plan in. Not that it was a problem. It just meant that she couldn't play with him as long as she would have liked to.
Her phone started to ring and she smiled when the name popped up.
"Sister."
"Find anything?"
"Straight to the point as always. What makes you think that I am not here for a chat?"
"Morgause, you never call me for a chat."
"I would keep your guard up for this one. Yes he does work for Camelot, but not in marketing. His name is Merlin Ambrosius, but known as Emrys to a few. Morgana, just wondering, do you know what you have got yourself into?"
"Are you really asking that question? No, I never know what I get myself into. I take on a job and worry about that later."
"This isn't going to be like an ordinary job. He is an assassin. He is like you. Maybe not as colourful but he has quite the portfolio of kills."
Morgana's eyes flicked up at the picture of him. "That's just made everything so much more interesting. Thanks for finding that out for me."
"Please stay safe Morgana. I don't want to lose you."
"I will." She said, not paying much attention.
Her phone bleeped as Morgause put down the phone and Morgana stared at the picture of him for longer.
In the picture, he looked really innocent, too innocent to be an assassin. She rarely came in contact with another assassin but she knew that everyone had a reason to why they became one. It isn't really something that you wake up one day and want to be.
She knew her reason. She wanted to revenge her parents death. She was still so sure that they had been murder rather than by accident. The person who had done it, had done it well. They had made it look like her father had killed her mother before he took his own life after realising what he had done. She remembers it clearly as she was the one to find them in the morning.
But why did Emrys become one?
Knowing now what she did, she now realised that there was definitely more to it than he knew too much. It just seemed like a weak reason. He could very well know too much about the company. If he was their assassin, he knew the methods that they used to get to where they are now. There was always the option that he could rat them out if it came to it.
Morgana looked back over the pictures of him and Arthur. She just had to put the last parts together now and still decide how she was going to do it.
