Come to Timid, where wine is sweet
And
knives are sharp, and life is cheap
Come
if you dare, but say a prayer too
That
those from Timid don't come for you
Chapter
Two
It was
quickly obvious that they were professionals.
There
were three of them, all wearing the piecemeal armor of the Trading Company and
all armed with Wazurian repeating crossbows.
The
first one through the door said nothing, keeping his crossbow trained on
Reanyn. he was human, tall and lean,
with flat, lifeless eyes and thin lips.
His
two companions were human also, but shorter and scruffier. They paid no attention to Reanyn,
concentrating on subduing the other patrons of The Hanging Tavern, ordering them to the floor. The men were well trained and had the
advantage of surprise, and moved swiftly to the trouble spots, pounding into
submission any not quick enough to obey.
Within a matter of minutes the initial cries of alarm and surprise had
died down to fearful whimpers, and the two men had the rest of the room pacified.
Reanyn
stood his ground calmly, watching with a mixture of surprise and annoyance.
"Ladies
and gentlemen," announced a fourth man, appearing in the doorway and
giving a sweeping bow, "please don't rise. I only need a few moments of your time. I assure you there is no cause for alarm." He sauntered easily into the room, heading
directly for Reanyn. As he passed, one
of the two shorter men used the butt of his crossbow on one of the tavern's
customers who hadn't gotten to the ground quickly enough. The unfortunate patron slumped face-down
over his table.
He
was a darkly handsome man with a disarming smile. His crimson uniform (which identified him as an officer) was
tailor-made, with high black boots and form-fitting black leather gloves. The hilt of a sword jutted up over his left
shoulder, and he sported a debonair monocle in his right eye.
"This
inn and all its patrons are under my protection," stated Reanyn. "Leave now or die."
The
monocled man smiled broadly. "Ah,
that would make you Reanyn Al'nuoth, the Wayfarer! I am Dieter Lowenroth.
You have heard of me?"
Reanyn
said nothing.
"No
matter," said the man, slightly disappointed. "I am not here for you." He gestured towards the elven lieutenant. "It is your lovely companion that I
seek."
Tianna
was bewildered. "Me? Why?"
The
effete man tsked, shaking his head apologetically. "You are to be eliminated, my dear." He looked her up and down appreciatively. "Really such a waste. You would bring a high price on the black
market. Still there is that
scar." He sighed. "I suppose
I shall have to console myself with that."
"I
repeat," stated Reanyn again, "this establishment and everything in
it is under my personal protection."
"Yes,"
said the man thoughtfully, "you said that before. I would advise you to stand aside
Wayfarer. I only want the girl. It would be a pity if you forced me to kill
you."
"I
would never forgive myself."
"I
have the shot," hissed the tall crossbowman, his feverish eyes focused
intently on Reanyn. "Give the
order and I'll drop him."
The
monocled man held up a hand. "Hold
steady. It doesn't have to be this way,
Wayfarer. You of all people should
understand my position. There is a
contract on her. I have no wish for a
confrontation with you. Perhaps we
might work out something between us, something mutually beneficial."
"I
have made my position clear." A
trace of irritation had crept into Reanyn's voice. "This establishment and everything in it is under my
protection. That includes the
girl. And don't call me that."
The
man was amused. "I don't think you
fully appreciate your position, my friend.
You are standing at the receiving end of three Wazurian repeating
crossbows, each capable of firing six bolts in less than a minute. And my companions, though young, are quite
expert with them. I would not have
selected them were they not equal to the task.
At a command from me, they could eliminate everyone in this room in less
than two minutes." He shook his
head. "You are in no position to make
demands. We will take whatever we want,
with or without your permission."
He smiled. "And what we
want is the girl. We are not leaving
without her."
"Then
you will soon be dead."
The
man could not hide his surprise.
"You are a strange man, Wayfarer.
You are certain you will not change your position."
Reanyn
said nothing.
"Very
well, then. You were warned. Pock!"
The
tall one gave a feral grin of triumph.
His crossbow barked once, and a bolt flashed across the room towards
Reanyn's head.
His
aim was perfect, but Reanyn was no longer there.
Almost
lazily he sidestepped, and the missile streaked past, burying itself in the far
wall. His movement took him within
reach of one of the two other crossbowman.
The man had time to look up, astonished, before Reanyn struck.
In
one swift motion, Reanyn lifted a knife from a nearby table, sweeping it across
the man's throat. As the man rocked
backwards, Reanyn reversed his grip on the knife, launching it across the room
towards the taller henchman, who was working furiously to recock his weapon.
The
man Reanyn struck sputtered once in disbelief, his mouth working silently, and
went down in a welter of his own blood.
As he fell Reanyn took his crossbow from him, spinning and lifting it in
one motion.
The
tall man had finally managed to reload his crossbow, and was in the process of
lifting it to take aim when the knife struck him, embedding itself to the hilt
squarely between his eyes. He shuddered
and fell stiffly backwards, discharging a bolt into the ceiling as his hands
fired reflexively. He did not rise
again.
Reanyn
had already forgotten him. He was
taking aim on the officer.
Arrogant
to a fault, the monocled man had turned his back on Reanyn after giving the
order to fire. He whirled now, and was
faintly surprised to find Reanyn still alive.
He gave a fierce grin, as if pleasantly surprised at what he saw, and
his sword came out in one fluid motion.
He completed the movement just in time
to take a crossbow bolt full in the chest.
The
force of the impact took him off his feet, flinging him backwards. Reanyn recocked, fired, recocked, and fired
again, putting two more bolts into the man's body before it landed on a table,
legs and arms akimbo. The monocle went
spinning through the air and landed on the floor nearby. It bounced, spun, and lay still.
The
third crossbowman gave an inarticulate cry, firing once wildly and then
dropping his weapon in favor of panicked flight.
Reanyn
dropped into a crouch, the bolt the fleeing man had fired passing harmlessly
over his head. Calmly he sighted down
the crossbow he held.
In
a display of incredible luck, the running man stumbled over a chair just as
Reanyn fired, and the shot went wide.
Impassive,
Reanyn stood, taking aim again.
The
fleeing man regained his feet and launched himself towards the nearest window.
There
was a tearing sound as Reanyn triggered the crossbow, followed by a snap.
With
a crash the man flung himself bodily through the window and landed with a grunt
in the alley which ran between The
Hanging Lantern and the next building.
A moment later, he was on his feet and running. The sounds of his flight faded quickly.
"Clumsy,"
muttered Reanyn, looking over the shattered crossbow he held. "Shoddy material. Misfired."
One
of the stray crossbow bolts was still quivering in the wall, mere inches from
Tianna's head. Dazed, she ran her
fingertips over her left ear, making certain she was unharmed. "What?" she managed.
"Nothing."
"You
kill four men in less time than it takes most people to swallow, and all you
can say is that the crossbow was clumsy?"
He
shook his head. "I meant the whole
affair. Even their disguises weren't
good. And I only killed three of them. The fourth was lucky." He turned to Lucian, who had prudently
remained behind the bar until the fighting was done. "I'm certain I've seen at least two of these men
before. See if there is paper on any of
them. But first make sure no-one is
seriously hurt." Gradually, the
other patrons were picking themselves off the floor. There was some muttering, and a few people were moaning. Most of those who were uninjured stared at
Reanyn in disbelief for a moment before heading for the doorway.
Lucian
gave a brief nod and headed for the man who had been struck earlier, and was
still sprawled across his table.
"Disguises?"
asked Tianna. "What
disguises? They were assassins, sent by
the Trading Company. Sent to kill
me!"
Reanyn
moved to where the monocled man's body lay.
"The Trading Company deals in mercenaries, not
assassinations." He pointed to an
insignia on the dead man's uniform.
"This identifies him as a colonel from the Ramspace battalion of
the Trading Company, but it is worn incorrectly. In Ramspace, the officers wear this over the left breast, not the
right."
"You
had time to notice that?" she asked, in disbelief.
He
stared at her. "Attention to
detail is the single most important trait a person in my line of work can
possess. If these men had paid more
attention to detail, you would be dead."
He
turned to the taller crossbowman's body.
"Pouches under the eyes. He
was addicted to blue lotus seeds. I'd
lay odds the other two were as well. A
sure sign they were Timid assassins."
"They
didn't seem timid to me."
He
bent over the body, inspecting it carefully.
"Timid is a planet in the Vorthspace system. There is a training center for a brotherhood
of assassins there. They claim to be
the best in the multiverse." He
began rummaging through the corpse's pockets.
Tianna
looked on with distaste. "And are
they?"
He
shrugged. "They're good, but they
aren't the best. These ones weren't
even good."
"What
do you mean?"
He
looked up at her. "You're still
alive, aren't you?"
She
fell silent.
He
finished his search, and moved to the third corpse.
"I
don't understand," said Tianna at last.
"Who would send assassins after me?"
"Someone
powerful."
She
shook her head. "What do you
mean?"
"It
takes a lot to send assassins after a person who is under my protection. Add to that the fact that they dared to make
the attempt on my territory. It adds up
to wealth and power."
"But
why would anyone want to have me killed?"
"For
something you know."
She
was bewildered. "I don't
understand."
"You
are an unimportant officer in the Imperial Elven Navy. You have no political power over it or
anything else. You haven't stolen
anything from anyone, or the assassins would have demanded the stolen article
back." He spared her a brief
glance. "Do you have any extremely
powerful jealous lovers?"
She
shook her head.
"Then
it is something you know."
She
considered for a moment. "But
what?"
"That
is what we have to find out." He
straightened, his examination complete.
"Well, they weren't complete amateurs. There's nothing here to tell me who their employer might
be."
"I
wouldn't think there would be," remarked Tianna. "It almost seems foolish to check."
"Not
nearly as foolish as not checking.
You're a very lucky woman, lieutenant."
"Lucky? I've got assassins after me. That doesn't seem lucky to me."
"You
were under my personal protection when these men decided to strike. If you hadn't been here, you would almost
certainly be dead. And now it looks
like you're going to be accompanying me on my journey after all."
"Why?"
she asked, suddenly skeptical.
"Your concern for my welfare is touching, but misplaced. The assassins are dead."
"Three of them are dead," he corrected. "One is still alive. And the man who sent them isn't going to give up. The next group might be professional enough to concentrate on their target. As I said, you were lucky this time. If these men had done what they were supposed to do, and focused themselves on eliminating you instead of being distracted by trying to deal with me, you wouldn't be alive right now. I couldn't have stopped them. I can almost guarantee that the next group won't miss." He paused. "And I'm not particularly concerned for your welfare. If they had tried to take you on the street outside I wouldn't have stopped them. It was fortunate for me that they made the attempt here."
"Fortunate
for you?"
He
shrugged. "They tipped their hand
by doing so. You know something very
important, and I'm going to keep you alive long enough to learn what it
is."
The
gnome returned from his errand, holding a few sheets of paper. He handed them to Reanyn, who began leafing
through them.
"You
think it might be something about the Raver," guessed Tianna.
"Probably
not, though I wouldn't rule the possibility out." He stopped leafing long enough to take a good
look at one of the papers, then continued.
"Whatever it is, it's important, and that's enough to interest
me. Knowledge is power, especially in
my business. I assume you have a ship
docked here?"
She
was thrown by the question.
"What? Yes, I have a
ship."
"Any
personal belongings you don't want to leave?"
She
shook her head. "Nothing I really
need. One or two items I'd rather not
leave behind."
"Too
bad. You're in danger here, and I'm not
letting you risk your head over 'one or two things'." He took one of the papers and passed the
rest back to the gnome. "Right now
I've got some other business to attend to.
In the meantime, you will wait here.
Lucian will look after you."
"What
other business?" she asked as he left.
Not
turning, he held up the paper he had selected.
"One of the men I just killed was wanted on three worlds. I'm going to cash him in."