Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140602194217/@comment-24449631-20140603113335

Sam was more determined than ever, now that the emperor had died. Worryingly, Mantius Mede I never had  any children, so a coronation was probably far off. Though, only his brother had a child, a son.

Marcus Mede II, son of Marcus Mede I.

But that man was a spoiled, weak and vicious boy, not suitable for the throne, not yet… No The elder Council would probably find a regent. Perhaps sir Aube… A wise and generous man… It mattered not though, not tonight.

Samuel looked back at the clocktower on the building across Akatosh Square.

01:00 exactly. Now was his time to strike. And he opened the door to the I.L.A.P.O. building. Once inside he quickly hid behind the desk of the reception, by jumping over and landing, quite muffled actually. A trick spies had learned,

''didn’t even need enchanted stuff for that ''

Samuel took a silenced breath.

''Ok… ''

He was after all breaking and entering into an official government building. Luckily for him he still knew the checkpoints and patrols fairly well, so avoiding the night guards would be a cakewalk.

''Let’s see if I’m right… A guard should check on the main hall, right… now ''

Nothing happened, not a sound could be heard.

''Damn. I was sure tha- ''

He quickly stopped his train of thought and heightened all his senses. He could hear footsteps walk down the hallway down the stairs.

Samuel didn’t move, he just kept stationary under the reception desk. Waiting for his window of opportunity.

The boots of leather slowly clopped on the tile floor. In front of them, a dim blue light of a beamanic flashlantern. The sound of the boots moved over to the front door, as they stopped the sound of the doorknob could be heard.

The guard was checking whether or not it was shut tight, they didn’t want to repeat that fiasco from a few days ago…

<p class="MsoNormal">It didn’t budge, it was shut. Luckily Sam had also locked the door behind him when he came in. This could’ve made him, if he had been careless. But when on a job as agent Knight, Samuel was hardly ever careless.

<p class="MsoNormal">The boots walked down the main hall again and up the stairs. Heading towards Secret Intelligence.

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel slowly peeked over the desk, when he saw the guard was gone he quickly jumped over again and hastily, but silently made his way to the stairs.

<p class="MsoNormal">Only one guy should be in the Special Operations wing now. Where the archives were.

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel quickly and without being seen so far stopped against a corner. Down the hall there were two guards, talking.

<p class="MsoNormal">Damned, normally there would only be one… I don’t know the route of the second one…

<p class="MsoNormal">“Is Bishop coming back still?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“yeah… he said he’d just be out for like an hour…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“strange…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What is…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Him walking out so mysteriously only to come back even later.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Casmir… It’s Bishop you’re talking about, the master spy… His secrets have secrets. It’s just what he does…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Yeah I know. But still… I think that-”

<p class="MsoNormal">“You’re not here to think you’re here to do your rounds… So start making them.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sigh, yes sir.”

<p class="MsoNormal">After they had finished their conversation, the nosy guard started to his rounds like Sam knew em, but the other one came straight for him.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Blast! What now. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel looked back in the hallway from which he came. Not much place to hide, like earlier with Deroscus.

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel stood up against the corner, hearing the footsteps draw nearer.

<p class="MsoNormal">He clenched his fists. Whatever was going to happen now, it had to be done… How much he hated the idea of knocking out a member of the P.O… It seemed his only option right now, that or facing a prison sentence. Or worse…

<p class="MsoNormal">The footsteps drew closer and closer. The blue light of the flash lantern started to climb up the wall across from him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel started to hold his breath.

<p class="MsoNormal">But the moment, about a few feet away from the actual turn, the guard stopped.

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel kept his breath in.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Gerard? … Have you seen my night stick?” the voice of the nosy guard sounded uncomfortably close.

<p class="MsoNormal">“What?!” A distant voice sounded

<p class="MsoNormal">“Sigh… have you seen my nightstick…” The guard said as he turned around and walked back in quickstep.

<p class="MsoNormal">“It should be here…” The voice disappeared into the same distance as the other voice was.

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel started to breathe in and out again.

<p class="MsoNormal">''That was too close. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">But he had little time, though. So he hurried over to the door of the archives and kneeled down before it.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Please let this work… ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He sounded in his head as he pushed Deroscus’ key in the lock.

<p class="MsoNormal">It fit gracefully and with a soft click and turn… The door unlocked.

<p class="MsoNormal">Sam looked back in the hall.

<p class="MsoNormal">''No one. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">He then quickly got inside and closed the door behind him.

<p class="MsoNormal">Leaning against it for a second.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Pooh…”

<p class="MsoNormal">He was safe for the moment.

<p class="MsoNormal">“That really was too close.”

<p class="MsoNormal">He stopped leaning against the door and walked into the dark room filled with filing cabinets, reaching to ones shoulders.

<p class="MsoNormal">He quickly turned his spy flash lantern on and held it up.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ok…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Let’s find something about this black argonian now… let’s see here…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“K…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“K…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel sounded softly as he walked cross all the cabinets looking for the one with the letter ‘K’.

<p class="MsoNormal">“K…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ah, here it is.”

<p class="MsoNormal">He stopped in front of the steel cased filing cabinet with the later K on it and opened it up, inside, there were subcategories.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Kei… Keia… Kein… Keiz…”

<p class="MsoNormal">He stopped with a pretty freshly printed file, but it was clear from the sides it also had some pretty old documentation in it.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Kaizen…” he sounded with a grin. Holding the file in his hands.

<p class="MsoNormal">He put the small flashlight in his mouth as he needed both hands to read and check out the documentation of the new file.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Kaizen. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''No other name known. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Held for questioning: 183 days. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“tch… trooper…” Samuel sounded amused, unaware of the exact numbers himself.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Nature of response: very difficult to negotiate with, bargaining practically non-existing, is very resilient to both questioning and administered drugs due to Agonian nature. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''However, after months of intensive questioning, subject has indeed dropped a few names. “Caius - Belecha - J’dharjo and Jee’da”''

<p class="MsoNormal">''This are the findings of the names: ''

<p class="MsoNormal">Samuel looked intensively now.

<p class="MsoNormal">''Belecha: status unknown. Dark Brotherhood assassin. Possibly Breton female, if the name is anything to go on. Search for subject is pending. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“Great… Not much help.”

<p class="MsoNormal">''Jee’da: According to witness rapport subject, Kaizen: Deceased. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“Again… Nothing…” Samuel said annoyed.

<p class="MsoNormal">''J’dharjo: Evidence found in 219 suggests that the Khajiit male might have been involved with the Second Battle Of Red Mountain in 215. As part of a companionship. Most members of this companionship are unknown, though two of them have been found to have a criminal record in Riften: Nish ‘the twitch’ and Manja. Further investigation pending. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“Might be a lead to look into…” Samuel said as he scratched his eight o’ clock shadow, causing the little flashlight in his mouth to jiggle up and down.

<p class="MsoNormal">He then looked at the last name. it had old documents attached to it. Like, really old…  a hundred years at least.

<p class="MsoNormal">They were pages from a diary, found in Cheydinhal 4E 145. Well before Samuel, was born.

<p class="MsoNormal">Caius: excerpts from found diary, owned by the old dark brotherhood assassin and leader... 

<p class="MsoNormal">According to the date on the pages themselves they revealed to be written even longer ago. Just after the oblivion crisis.

<p class="MsoNormal">''“14th of Last Seed ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Damn this cursed child… Like it’s father… it is weak, frail, compassionate even. It makes me sick. This boy will need a lot more discipline… If I see him pet that dog again I swear I’ll make him eat it.“ ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''- ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''“25th of Frostfall ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''I’m happy to say that there’s been some progress, finally… Kaizen showed no resistance what so ever while kill the dog. After he was done, and covered in its blood he said to me: I hate dogs! They are weak and cowards. This made me smile. Turning him into our most precious weapon yet. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''- ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''“2nd of Rain’s Hand ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Today is Kaizen’s received his first contract kill. He will actually kill on an unholy mission to send a worthless soul to the void. I’m curious to see whether or not he will return. If not… Shame. Waste of Time. ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''“4th of Rain’s Hand ''

<p class="MsoNormal">''Kaizen returned from his first ever mission. He stood there in the hallway of our sanctuary still dripping in blood with a big grin on his smile. He looked at me, hoping he’d made me proud. The fool should know better! If someone saw him walking around the town like that covered in blood, he might have lead someone unwanted down here! I needed to discipline him on the spot in front of everyone. He didn’t cry though… So that’s a start.” ''

<p class="MsoNormal">“This doesn’t add up…” Samuel sounded confused.

<p class="MsoNormal">“He’s like… just a boy in here but… it’s written two centuries ago!”

<p class="MsoNormal">“What is going on here…”

<p class="MsoNormal">