"Six foot one, black hair and amber eyes. He wears a long blue coat with white highlights. On his side lays a swords, its a thin blade, more fit for dules them warfare. The hilt was nothing fancy, just a white gaurd with a single purple jewel as the pommel. The hilt it layed in was very simple, just leather and metal. On his other hip lay a flit lock. It too, had no special marking looked taken care of, but at the same time worn down from year of use. And finally strapped along with back was a long sword. Completely different from his attire it looked more ornate then functional, though you can tell it's definitely been used. The Handel in the shape of a cross, it's designed matching the patch on his left chest."
"This is the man you are looking for". A commander announces in front of there troops.
"You've really gone and done it now Jack, the towns calling you the man in blue" a boy says to the man standing next to him. "The entire garrison has got your wanted poster hung up acrossed town. How did they even get the much detail." He says pointing out the wiredly acurate points of detail. "They will never find you, they made you look far more handsome then you actually are"
"Shut it James, if I'm ugly then you got a face only a mother could love". Jack snapped back.
James annoyingly looks back at Jack "Don't you got a job to do somewhere. A noble to kill or gate to clear"
"You know I, I haven't heard word from home since the last job."
"Probably cause you killed the fucking prince". James pokes back.
"Eh, trust me he won't be missed. That prick had it coming. I was only doing what the boss orders anyway". Jack says,looking back down at James.
"Yeah maybe, but who knows how long till this dies down. You think the kings just going to let it go if he can't fine you". James said with a little spite.
A few of the guards stationed to patrol this area pass by. James and Jack pull there dirty robes over there head. "How long are you planing to stay in the country. You need to leave sooner or later." James says quietly, trying to hide his voice from any passersby.
"One more job tonight then I'm out. It was the last mission base gave me before they went dark." James says.
"Your talking about the job at the old docks right" James says. "I don't know, something seems sketch about going the the way down there, what would the boss even want with a dusty old ship yard anyway"
"I don't know, I don't get payed to ask questions. I get payed to do the job."
James stares at Jack for a deck before waving him goodbye saying he's got somewhere to be. Jack skulks threw the dark allies trying to avoid the patrols. As dusk fell and the bright sun set over the horizon, Jack mad his way from town down the road to the docks. As he stepped over the cracked boards of the dock, he made his way to the ship that was specified in the briefing.
"Jackpot". Jack says as he sees the words, Ol'Lucy, on the side of the small fishing boat. "Let's see what's inside"
As Jack heaves himself onto the boat, his weight cussing the ship to rock. As he gets on deck he creeps closer to the help.
"Boss said the target was 'Under' the helm, so I hope he dosn't mind if I break I break a few boards". Jack says, busting through the base with the butt end of his pistol.
As he cleared the broken and rotted wood he sees a old metal chest laying under neath a few cobwebs. "Easy as pie." Jack says, his voice a little strained as he feels the weight of the chest. "This is heavier then I thought it would be". Once Jack finally gets it over the old boards he takes the key, which was included in his briefing, from around his neck and unlocks the chest. Inside isn't anything special, only a note.
"Should have just gotten out of town like I said. Nothing personal friend"
- J
"What the" Jack thought
Before he could figure out what was going on he hear the bark of search dogs, and the chatter of the guards. "That basterd, did he sell me out."Jake said, but before he could think further. The light of lanterns shown over the small ridge right before the docks.
What seemed to be the entire garrison was ther surrounding him.
"Don't try and run. My name is Cornelius Jacob's. Captain of the Tresea Guard. You are hearby sentenced to execution by firing squad for the murder of Third Prince Vance. What do you have to say for yourself before the execution is carried out"
"Well I must be one hell of a guy for all you gentlemen to want to come and meet me this late in the night" Jake yelled out.
"Fire". The captain ordered.
With that the entire garrison, all aimed at a single man, fired there guns. For what seemed like an hour Jack tryed thinking of ways to get out of it. But the only thing he did in the end was raise his middle finger. For a second night turned to day as five hundred men fired there rifles simultaneously. Then the next, nothing, Darkness.