Ismail spoke nothing as he watched Hassan, listening devoutly to his words. The man was a great speaker, and even more so a great thinker. He told every bit of information with complete honesty, no matter the consequences. But he only did so with those he trusted. It was an honor to be told so much about something such as this, which made him think to himself of his previous missions. Missions that had proven his honor to the greatest mind of this generation. He removed the hood from his head for respect as his long black hair fell down to reach about his chin, which he quickly parted to reveal his deep blue eyes, which followed Hassan's every movement. He thought about his last mission as his mind double tasked, recalling everything with precision unrivaled.

The night had fallen so quickly, that many commoners were still on the streets as the torches were lit about the city to provide some vision to the paths, if not much. He had cleared the upper city walls in less than two minutes as his feet echoed across the brick and mortar, his target only two city blocks away. The man had made the mistake of not letting his master Hassan leave his old rank without some trouble, calling him a murderer and a psychopath for his beliefs. It was something that could not be had, to first leave such a loose end untied, and to secondly degrade the name of his leader. His feet had nimbly landed atop the large estate with relative ease, as he slowly crept to the edge of the nearest window, stealing himself inside. He had waited within the master bedroom for 3 hours, not daring to breath even the least bit heavy as his target enterred, falling asleep within the first half hour. Why had he waited for the extra time was the question anyone would have asked, but that was simple. He had to wait for the guards to first leave their posts on the street, the servants to go to bed, and for the target itself to feel as secure as possible in his sleep. Slowly he had crawled out from under the bed, his fingers twitching as he reached out, grabbing a loose pillow from the bed. He had wanted this death to not seem like a murder, like that of an old man who had perished in his sleep. SHoving the pillow over the man's face, the man struggled in vain for some time before unconsciousness finally took him, and then death as he kept the pillow steadfast for the next two minutes. His breathing slowed a bit himself as he waited there, finally placing the pillow beneath the man's head as he returned to the window, escaping into the night.

Ismail returned back to reality as he followed Lord Hassan to the seat, taking his seat after his associate did so. His hand flew up to block the sun as the tent flap opened for just a second with the wind, finally dropping his shield from blindness as he gave a nod to his leader, thinking the information over."You spoke particularly of Barbossa, without the mentionings of any other, so I can assume your will is that of the removal of him. Can you give me more information on this person, as well as what time he will be most vulnerable?"

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