John Scottsfield approached the guild hall. He wore a dark coloured long coat with a hood to hide most of his cybernetics. His dual combat pistols sling at his hips, where he always wore them. In his left hand hung a duffle bag that held a few clothes, toiletries, a few tools necessary to keep his implants running and most notably his Kiara Rifle. There had been a few traps in the surrounding forest, but his HUD has warned him of them before he activated any. He walked right up to the front door and knocked. While he waited for an answer, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a device. It looked like a handle, but one end had what looked like the cylinder of a revolver. On to of that, the end was a pressure sensor to fire one of the six bullets when something was “stabbed.” He didn’t want to break into the building, because a building full of assassins was probably the last place someone breaks into if they wish to stay alive.