Taming the Wolf (Jacob Frye x Reader) [DISCONTINUED]

Let Sleeping Wolves Lie, 29 (2/2)

The Wolf waited for her prey to arrive.  He should be here by now!  What is taking so long?  She thought, readying her blades and running a hand over the cold roof tiles before her.  The chilled air bit and stung at her face as she pulled up her scarf over her mouth and nose.  Her e/c gaze sharp and searching as she scanned the area below.

Boom.

There was a small explosion on the street behind her, whipping around and climbing to the peak of the rooftop, the Wolf searched for the cause of the noise.  She only found a broken carriage-- colors of the Rooks detailed the chasis and wheels as well as the main structure.  All of which was accented with gold and silver lining.  There was a body of a female Rook laying beside a dead grey and white horse along the now cracked cobblestones beneath the corpses.  Perhaps a nitroglycerin accident?  Ah, that's what happened.

There were a couple Blighters with big goofy grins.  One of which was putting a pistol back into their coat as the other investigated the dead Rook to make sure they were indeed dead.  Broken glass and a chemical-burning odor filled the air were tell-tale signs of a nitroglycerin accident.

"What do ya make of it, William?  Reckon that Frye's ordered some good ol' nitro for fun or for something far more sinister?"  The taller of the pair, William, shrugged in indifference.  "Doesn't matter, does it?  S'long we keep it hidden we're alright, I'spose.  Jus' hurry on now, Flynn and we won't be spotted."  Flynn, the shorter one with a wonky mustache and a a standard Blighter 'uniform' nodded at his comrad and together they scurried off into whatever hole they came from.  Y/n sighed lightly, sliding down the tiles and back to her original position.  Where was this guy?  Helen typically had all the information and simply handed out when, where and who was to be killed or captured.  Y/n didn't understand, but a small voice in her head simply begged her to follow the other two Blighters and find out what they were up to.  No.  I have to remain here and finish my mission, no distractions!  Y/n mentally scolded herself, trying her best to not lose her focus and run off on some fox-hunt!  

Checking her pocket watch again, she sighed and re-read her note from Helen.

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Reward: £1200 + (Extra depends on completion of the optional objectives, etc.)

When: Target should arrive by 12:00 AM, could be late by other circumstances.

Where:  North of the ' Wheatfield Tavern' behind the general store and twenty paces south.

How: Assassinate by any means necessary, preferably with stealth.

Who:  Dylon "Toasted" O'Barre

Target Appearance: Black hair, green eyes and a long scar ranging across his face horizontally.  No facial hair, does have a tattoo of a flower behind his right ear -- supposedly given to him by an ex-lover.

Optional: 

 Air Assassinations 0/1

 Eliminate Target within five minutes of their arrival. 0/1

Notes:  Dylon gained his nickname "Toasted" when he accidentally set his own trousers on fire.  Tends to be rather paranoid and cautious.  Newly recruited into the Templar Order, elimation should spook the Templars from this district for a couple months -- long enough to gain foothold for the Rooks or Assassins.  

--APPROACH WITH CAUTION-- 

TARGET IS A SURE-SHOT AND WILL NOT HESITATE TO SHOOT

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Oh great, a trigger happy paranoid recruit is my target...wonderful.

Y/n folded the paper and placed it in her coat pocket.  No doubt other people out there had a similar note for herself.  She was seen as a criminal and a murderer by quite a few.  She decided to check her weapons and ammunition to make sure she was ready.  She nearly dropped her pistol when a memory hit her like a brick wall.

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"Focus, Y/n, keep your hand steady!  Aim and fire when you're ready."

Y/n's old mentor and instructor, Jake, was by her side and teaching her how to aim and shoot a gun.  With a loud and deafening CRACK the bullet was released from the barrel of the pistol, flying through the air and soon imbedded itself into the hay-stuffed practice dummies about fifty yards away.  

Perfect headshot, accompanied by a shot to the chest of the dummy, piercing through where the heart would be.

"Nicely done, Y/n.  Reload and try again.  We just need to polish your form and then we'll do another technique with firearms."  Jake said, a soft smile playing across his lips as he said his praise to the young Novice Assassin before him.  "Thank you, sir.  I won't let you down!"  Y/n spoke with such a fire in her voice it sounded like she was avenging the dishonored.

That was her last lesson with her mentor before he was found dead.

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Regaining her balance and tightening her grip on her gun, Y/n thought she saw something move on a distant rooftop.  Only, when she studied the area, there was nothing.  

Finally, her Target had arrived, announcing his presence by accidently tripping and shouting a variety of colorful words.

She holstered her pistol and waited for her target to be alone again as a few older Templars rushed to his aid, thinking it was an attack when he really just tripped on a loose cobblestone.