Juan reads through the folder, having some difficulty with the longer words. He hides the folder and pay in his lodgings and goes to a soldiers' bar to drink and gamble with spare change. He keeps an eye out for any recently discharged royalist soldiers who might have grievances or be needing work.
Target A: Erin Antalagila
-Target A is a medium height, medium build blonde with blue eyes. Notable marks include a slight limp from a childhood accident.
Target B: Becca Spring
-Target A is a tall, slim build brunette with green eyes. Notable marks include a unhealed scar on her left brow (Cause unknown) and a missing piece of her left upper ear (cause unknown)
Place Of Residence: 426 Forks Street, Upper District (fashionable two story townhouse with easily accessable windows)
Known Places of visitation: Upper District Park (observed at night), McGonals Pub, The Sidewinder Art Gallery, Annes Botanicals.
Known Defense: Target A has no combat skills observed. Target B is known to favor a foreign make recurved bow on the shooting range, and may be a possible threat.
No more than two bodyguards at irregular times, recently hired, none permanent-they are usually hired for public functions.. Guards were noted to have been formerly discharged soldiers. Targets do not observe regular security protocol.
There's no shortage of former Royal soldiers-those who suddenly found the Queen they served faithfully sailing away without them. Distrusted by the new regime, and forgotten by the old...they're nursing their drinks, counting their last coins.
Prime opportunity for the gangs-all of them are recruiting, with benefits.
Most of them can offer bodyguard and muscle-Juan even spots a few shady types who were probably the Queens spies, assassins and torturers...but they don't stick in one place too often.
Who is he looking for?
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Wait for a good opportunity to remove of the guards with a sharp item that you can easily grab. The armed one is top priority. If there are no opportunities, then go with them.
((You can roll if he gets a good opportunity or not.))
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They put a dark colored sack over Franzs head as soon as he steps out into the hallways. He can do naught but stumble forward...
Eventually, he reaches the torture room. It looks like it get used often. The dinnerware stored in a cabinet to one side implies Awalia takes her meals here. Goody.
He's strapped in a iron bound chair with shackles. Awalia enters a moment later, looking pretty good considering.
"Hello again, you stupid human. Let's start off easy-name, and who you work for."She picks up a meat cleaver hanging from a rack on a nearby wall, turning her back to you.
Franz feels out his bonds.
There's a single screw that has been loosened-likely by the last person in here. If he can just undo it without being spotted...
Awalia turns back to you.
"Speak, or I get hungry."She smiles, and slides the flat of the cold blade across your cheek.
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Later that night...Hugo receives a tip from one of his informants in the Dubs-someone who only goes by the name "Flame Dancer". An interesting one. But will it turn out to be more than nothing? This ones been wrong before.
Flame Dancer
Dubs planning execution job. Two women. Noble women.
Hired a real hardcase to do it. About a month or less. No other info as of now.
Orders?
It might be trouble for his new position if it happens...but interfering and investigating will cost the Bloody Fists resources, and no doubt anger the Double-Noughts.
He's left alone to absorb the information as will. Or to toss the letter into the fireplace and forget about it.