Rhinestone Eyes

8:00 pm

As he opened the door, he saw that the little window was open, rain pouring partly onto the room’s floor. In his chair sat a hooded figure. A dark green bandana covered their mouth and on the right arm of the leather coat, a symbol was inscribed. A shattered dagger with a serpent tangled around it. The intruder sat up and bowed before Thadeus.
“Greetings Master Corfex. I pardon myself for tardiness.” The man pointed at the storm outside. “Weather tonight is unforgivable.”
The door closed behind Thadeus, and a second hooded person stood now behind him. He cringed his teeth.
“Mighty impolite to enter one’s homestead without knocking, wouldn’t you say?” Something like a smile could be made out behind the piece of cloth.
“I know! My mother would spoon me for this if she knew.” The man started wandering around the room picking up Thadeus’ pen in the process. “On the contrary: We would do our job wrong if we did, didn’t we?”
The playful voice of the man changes into a more serious and sinister tone. “You know what will happen now Master Corfex, right?”
Thadeus’ grasp on the weapon loosened, and he let the tip touch the ground. “Yes”
“And you know, we also need your ‘documents’?”
Thadeus did not answer. His eyes fell to a drawer to his right. Without asking, the man stepped towards it and pulled out a stack of paper. On it were evidence. Assassinations of political opposition leaders, exchange books of influential people, lining out blackmailing and tax evasion and even more dark secrets of the upper classes of the Northern Countries. The man put the stack into his coat and nodded at Thadeus. Then his eyes wandered towards his associate.
Before this one could act out, Thadeus turned around and ran the barre into the assassin’s stomach. With a sideways motion he ripped open his abdominal cavity, guts, and blood smashing on the wooden floor.
Like a Corfex, Thadeus thought. Father would be proud. The other man jumped toward Thadeus, landing a dagger into his back. A stinging pain ran through Thadeus’ body and a hand gently pushed him down towards the ground.
“Blasted!”, the other man grunted. “Nouveau asshole!” The man stepped over him, while even more assassins entered the room.
“Get Artreus out of here!” Some of them grabbed the dead assassin by the hands and pulled him out of the room.
“He still looks alive!”, one yelled.
The man bended down to Thadeus, his dagger on his chest. He ran the blade into Thadeus’ chest with a cracking sound. His vision blurred and the taste of iron filled his mouth. He remembered what his contact with the rebels in the Northlands said.
Be discreet about it. Your intel can not fall into their hands.
The assassins started to tear down his office and took some valuables with them. They want to make it look like a robbery. Discreet. Nothing more discreet than the plain sight. A smile crossed his mouth.
Good, trustfully Marie. Walking through the worst of storms for me…