[color=004b80][center][h1] Darius Montgomery [/h1][/center][/color]
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[center][h1] 0500 Monday Prison Cells [/h1][/center]

Darius gripped his dark shaded throwing knife in his hand, then relaxed his grip slightly. He normally never grew nervous, but he did not feel especially comfortable in any type of cell. On mission or off. His current contract was for a man being held in the Citadel Prison and he had been paid quite a hefty sum for the contract to be completed by ending this mans life. The employer was a wealthy man from quite a ways away, and apparently the man he was being sent to kill had stolen something quite valuable from his current employer. When apprehended, the man broke the trinket and later had escaped. Only to get caught once again after escaping to the Citadel. Now while the man was currently rotting in Prison, his employer had somewhat mentioned that the trinket that the man had broke may or may not have been something quite legal and that if he was to request for the prisoner be transferred he would have to show proof of the mans crime. Obviously this could not happen and if the man had squealed about the rich man in a plea bargain, this would lead to some unfortunate consequences. So...assassination it was.

Lucky the wealthy man knew how to get the attention of "The Shadow", the most infamous assassin to date. Strings were pulled for a meeting, money was exchanged, and voila here he was. Darius wore his usual black outfit, with a bow strung around his shoulder, a quiver on the back of his belt, and his throwing knifes hidden across his body. He also had a small pouch on his right hip, containing many first aid items. Darius clung to the shadows, moving silently behind and past guards, not killing or alerting anyone. He was paid to kill the man, and no one else. Darius wish he had more to go on than a physical description and a name, but he never wanted more details than necessary. 

After searching almost the entire prison, Darius found his mark. He was sitting in the corner of his cell, holding his face with his hands, sitting down. He could tell who he was because the description he saw fit the photo he was given. Darius kept his head on a swivel, making sure no one was around, took a half second to aim, then threw a hidden knife forward, sending it soaring and landing with a thud in the mans skull. He died instantly. 

Darius smiled to himself, then threw in the cell his calling card, the targets name on a small white card x'ed out in red. 

[@ashevelendar][@wick][@caits][@venku][@shadow daedalus]