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“Well, then,” the Donna smirked “I’d say our business is concluded. I’ll talk to my people about getting you your caps.” 

She spun in her chair, just as one of her body guards began making his way over towards her. 

“Ah excellent, when can-” 

Suddenly, there was a flicker of steel in his hand. 

“What the fu-” 

It all happened before anyone could react. The helmet-clad figure rammed the tip of the blade into her neck, stabbing again and again and again, as a fountain of crimson spurted out of her bronze flesh. She was gasping, trying to scream, but no words escaped her. She hit the floor with a thud, letting out one final wheeze, before her body went still. 

Then, in a flash of motion, the guards had their weapons drawn; pointed squarely at Dallen and Annelise. 

“In a few hours, this city will be under the direct control of King Krezzman,” the assassin explained “we strongly suggest you’re not around when that comes to pass.”