Andrew had been following the assassin for three days.
Three very boring days.
He crouched atop another rooftop.
Watching.
Waiting.
Eating roasted peanuts.
"...Come on."
"Do something interesting."
The cloaked figure moved through the streets below.
Calm.
Patient.
Almost ghost-like.
Andrew never got closer.
He simply watched.
The first night—
The assassin slipped into a noble's residence.
Andrew stayed on the rooftop.
A few minutes later—
A scream.
Then silence.
The assassin walked back out.
Blood dripped from the tip of the scythe.
Andrew remained still.
"...One."
The second night—
A merchant.
Again.
Andrew watched from afar.
No interference.
"...Two."
The third—
A military officer.
Same method.
Quick.
Clean.
Professional.
Andrew finally understood.
"...You're choosing them."
Not random victims.
Specific people.
Every target held influence.
Every target supported Taai.
Every target advocated cooperation between the city's factions.
Whoever the assassin worked for...
They wanted Muscle City divided.
Andrew scratched his chin.
"...Interesting."
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Night had fallen once again.
Andrew followed from an even greater distance than before.