Territory Claim: Newham

[longterm]

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With Raymond Harris dead, and the structure of Islington Nest potentially fragile, Cesare has a point to make. It is always during sudden changes in leadership that others have a tendency to fight for influence, a standoff of peace followed by a sudden rush for power and position. Cesare himself has done it many times, but just this once he would like to avoid it.

The Nest needs to assert its strength and Cesare is happy to be the one facilitating that. The assassination of Raymond Harris has whetted his appetite. He had missed this.

Although abhorring Sylvia, he decides not to attack her directly just yet, settling instead for the easy enemy, East End Pack. He tells only a few of those in his nest who he thinks he can trust, and sets out during the night, capturing strategic points, pushing out political figures and killing those who refuse to move. Cesare believes in fairness, but he does not believe in mercy.

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[longterm]

It's a good thing Evie doesn't sass him right now. He's not entirely in the mood. He's a confident guy, but he does believe people can be outnumbered. It's simple maths and probabilities.

He nods. That works for him. He gestures for the rest of the group to follow him and makes his way to the west of the clock tower, sword drawn.

[freelife]

She'll sass him later, with her dry wit.

Evie takes point, her arm outstretched and poised to send an arrow through anyone that dare try to take the group by surprise. Speaking of, she isn't surprised, and is rather impressed with Cesare's use of a sword. Remind her to invite him to spar with her at some point. She had a place.

She follows Cesare, wordlessly, ears open for any noises.

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They approach a corner. With his back to it, Cesare peers past it to see two men guarding a door. He silently holds up two fingers to signify the number of people before gesturing, asking if she would like to take the man on the left. One for each of them. Simple, really.

He hopes she'll finish them properly, not just knock them out or otherwise incapacitate them. Cesare isn't here to do things in halves.

[freelife]

Evie nods back. Alright, man of the left.

She looks at her arm for a moment, fiddles with her bracer. In no time, she's got a small arrow mounted. Perfect. E

She keeps her back to the wall as well, seemingly blending in with the shadows. She waits for the opportune moment, before stepping out, aiming the dart towards the man on the left. She fires, and it hits him in the chest. It takes only a second before he hits the deck.

[longterm]

Cesare is quick to follow. He sneaks up behind his target, wraps an arm around his shoulders to pins his arms in place. Cesare pulls out a dagger from his belt and slits the man's throat as quickly as he can manage. It's quick, less then a second, but it feels like longer.

When the man is dead, Cesare lets him fall on to the flow, his own breathing a little short, before tilting his head in a gesture that suggests they continue.

[freelife]

The sharp scent of blood fills the air and Evie inhales sharply. Not the time to drink, they had to keep going. She nods just once at Cesare.

Evie moves to the door, crouching to look through the keyhole. She straightens up, and beckons him to follow her through the door. The first room is empty.

[longterm]

It's almost an anti-climax at first. After all, with two guards at the door, it seems odd that they would be guarding an empty room. Cesare's eyes narrow for a second as he thinks on it, before looking about the room, hands on the walls, looking for cracks.

"There's something in here." There has to be.

[freelife]

Cesare's right. Evie instead opts to close her eyes, places a hand on the floor and concentrates.

"An entry somewhere..." She rises, and slowly opens her eyes, turning to look up. "Or it's a red herring."