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Taylor Estate

Taylor bobbed his head several times. There was no mistaking both had a better grasp of this situation than he did. He inwardly debated beginning to look into this matter, but tossed it aside. He had more pressing issues to worry about. How would he handle something like this in court? He could bring it up, humiliate the client the assassins worked for, or he could stay silent, continuing with his work as usual. As of now, the shadowy client probably wasn't even part of parliament. It was well know that mages even remotely linked to the nobility would be exiled completely from Alpha. His thoughts were interrupted as he took notice of Eos' rather pungent odor that clouded him.

Taylor considered himself a man that took things in stride- choosing to note Pandora's attack for last. "It is a dangerous time for us." He muttered redundantly. Everyone was well aware of that. "I am glad she is fine." He slowly shook himself from his state of thought, ushering both of them out. "I shall handle things here and in Parliament." He said quickly to the Princess. "For now, the most important thing is that you deliver the information to Sir Gregory as soon as possible."

When he made sure that they were out, along with several armed guard that would escort them to at least the edge of Alpha, he relaxed slightly. This was still a dangerous area- Assassins, even the greenhorns, had backups. Nobody wanted a target that was alive, after all. He had moved them through a back exit, which would tunnel down and lead out through a nondescript house within Alpha. All nobles had one of these- known as escape routes. Several would be hidden in each mansion- from convoluted flying machines to sloping minecarts tracks to simple passageways. Not a moment later, he could hear the movement of something. Metal dragging against something. Was it the Assassin's backup? How did they get past his guards- which were now on full alert? He took a deep breath, preparing himself to be roasted until he stepped into the room and saw a familiar scientist.

"Giacomo. A pleasure to see you. You... did come at a poor time however." He greeted warmly. "Sir Blackwater." He turned, regarding Vernazza's companion. Esmera, his maid had returned to the room, preparing the bodies to be disposed of. She quickly greeted the two men, silently working on the bodybags. They would be shipped back to Delta, and dropped off in an alleyway. Taylor felt this would send a stronger message, should they be found- and besides, burning the bodies or leaving them here was distasteful. As usual, the maid dropped a single gold coin in each bag. Barely enough to pay for expenses regarding a funeral. He was well aware that this might be going to this unknown faction's bank, but Taylor was not one to stoop down to their level. A dead man was a dead man, and they deserved respect. If they were decent human beings, they wouldn't dare use the money for anything else.

"Begging your pardon, sir scientists, what brings you here to my estate?" He asked, as if the bodies weren't even there. If they could take a cue, they would understand that Taylor would explain the situation a little more later.




Assassin's Guild

Victoria grinned eagerly. "O-of course sir! I'll be right on my way!" She jumped up from her seat and bolted out before the masked doctor could stop her. Etzel shrugged once. In her haste, she'll forget about remembering where the Guild was located- which was much better than leading her out by blindfold. Less effort. And of course, he was right- as the girl stopped at one of the safe homes, she stomped once in exasperation before disarming the traps at the door and entering.

Etzel looked at Forgefire, noting his slight observing look. Cold Reading was an essential skill for Assassins, to read the faces of others like a book- no matter how discreet they were. It was how the masked doctor could get a slight hunch of what the Princess was thinking, despite her brilliant poker face. He knew the Smith was old and wise- he would come up with his conclusion, and the physician wouldn't be surprised if his assumption was right on the dot.

At this moment, the familiar face of Miss Elling rounded the corner. Happy as ever- compared to Etzel's more recent string of cynical mutterings. His mask betrayed nothing as he greeted the medic back. "Miss Elling." He said smoothly. He fell silent as the quick exchange commenced between Scheherazade and Pandora. He took in the information. Taylor and Loki as well? This was getting very interesting. He had no input, however. He didn't know who else might have been targeted, and how narrowly he himself might have avoided death. A pang of what might have been worry for his apprentice struck Etzel, but he remained quiet otherwise.