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him to continue to advance, and increased the risk of accidental exposure of the Aliomenti. Perhaps that wasn’t a concern for the Alliance, but the Hunters had other ideas. “You first, Aramis. Brush past him after you put on the ring and make contact; just be careful not to jab yourself in the process. Make your way toward Porthos after you’re done. I’ll go after you.”
They’d found the rings in the cargo hold of the transport and decided they were a much more efficient way to deliver the serum into Clint’s bloodstream. The rings were somewhat oversized, hollow on the inside, and featured miniature injection needles on the underside, closest to the palm as the rings were worn. They’d need only brush their hands on Clint briefly to initiate and complete the injection, a more natural-looking action than trying to depress the plunger on the smaller syringes.
Aramis did as commanded, slithering through the tight packs of humans, keeping his eyes on Clint without ever seeming to look in that direction. When he neared within a few feet, he reached into his pocket, slipped on the ring, and flicked the miniature needle covers off after removing his hand from his pocket. As Athos had noted, he didn’t want to inject himself with the serum.
Aramis moved between two men whose backs faced Clint; the target was looking in the opposite direction and wouldn’t see Aramis approach. Squeezing by, Aramis muttered a quiet “excuse me” as he slid through, and in the process his hand made contact with Clint’s shoulder. The miniature injection needles punctured Clint’s shirt and the serum entered his bloodstream, all of which happened in the fraction of a second Aramis’ hand lingered on the target’s shoulder. As he emerged on the opposite side, Aramis whispered. “That was easy. Athos, you’re up next.”
Athos maneuvered his way toward Clint as Aramis reached a comfortable distance away. He’ nearly reached the target when a young woman with platinum-blonde hair stepped in front of him. “I just love your pirate costume!” She batted her eyes at him.
“Er… thank you. You… you look very nice.” Now go very far away.
She blushed. “Thank you. Are you new to the area?”
She wants to have a conversation ? “I’m actually feeling warm and need to step outside. If you’ll excuse me?”
“I’ll go with you.”
Athos suddenly recognized her. She was Eva Elizabeth Lowell, the young woman that The Assassin was supposed to kill. Assassin, follow me outside please. Your target is with me. Exit through the door on the side of the house opposite where we entered.
Athos smiled at Eva. “That would be nice.”
Athos donned the ring syringe and jabbed it against Clint on his way outside. The Assassin stepped in front of Athos before the Hunter could exit, and the three of them walked out together.
Once outside, the trio stepped off the porch and into the grassy areas behind the house. Athos snapped his fingers. “I’ve left something inside and need to go get it. Perhaps you could keep my friend here company, Miss…?”
“Eva.” She turned around, spotted The Assassin, and gasped. “Oh! What a fantastic costume! The makeup work on the scars must have taken hours ! And the eyes… how are you doing that?”
“Tinted contact lenses.” The Assassin’s words were spoken in a grunt; he was not one given to pretending to be a simple party-goer wearing an impressive costume. He was behaving exactly as an assassin should behave.
The young woman seemed impressed by his act and costume. “That’s so clever! Are you new around here, …?”
Athos realized that she was looking for his name. “That’s Joe,” he said, speaking the first English name that came to mind. “Joe was telling me earlier that he’d love to take a walk around these grounds and see all of the sights. Perhaps you could show him, Miss Eva?”
She giggled, glanced at the strong-looking man in the terrifying “costume,” and
They’d found the rings in the cargo hold of the transport and decided they were a much more efficient way to deliver the serum into Clint’s bloodstream. The rings were somewhat oversized, hollow on the inside, and featured miniature injection needles on the underside, closest to the palm as the rings were worn. They’d need only brush their hands on Clint briefly to initiate and complete the injection, a more natural-looking action than trying to depress the plunger on the smaller syringes.
Aramis did as commanded, slithering through the tight packs of humans, keeping his eyes on Clint without ever seeming to look in that direction. When he neared within a few feet, he reached into his pocket, slipped on the ring, and flicked the miniature needle covers off after removing his hand from his pocket. As Athos had noted, he didn’t want to inject himself with the serum.
Aramis moved between two men whose backs faced Clint; the target was looking in the opposite direction and wouldn’t see Aramis approach. Squeezing by, Aramis muttered a quiet “excuse me” as he slid through, and in the process his hand made contact with Clint’s shoulder. The miniature injection needles punctured Clint’s shirt and the serum entered his bloodstream, all of which happened in the fraction of a second Aramis’ hand lingered on the target’s shoulder. As he emerged on the opposite side, Aramis whispered. “That was easy. Athos, you’re up next.”
Athos maneuvered his way toward Clint as Aramis reached a comfortable distance away. He’ nearly reached the target when a young woman with platinum-blonde hair stepped in front of him. “I just love your pirate costume!” She batted her eyes at him.
“Er… thank you. You… you look very nice.” Now go very far away.
She blushed. “Thank you. Are you new to the area?”
She wants to have a conversation ? “I’m actually feeling warm and need to step outside. If you’ll excuse me?”
“I’ll go with you.”
Athos suddenly recognized her. She was Eva Elizabeth Lowell, the young woman that The Assassin was supposed to kill. Assassin, follow me outside please. Your target is with me. Exit through the door on the side of the house opposite where we entered.
Athos smiled at Eva. “That would be nice.”
Athos donned the ring syringe and jabbed it against Clint on his way outside. The Assassin stepped in front of Athos before the Hunter could exit, and the three of them walked out together.
Once outside, the trio stepped off the porch and into the grassy areas behind the house. Athos snapped his fingers. “I’ve left something inside and need to go get it. Perhaps you could keep my friend here company, Miss…?”
“Eva.” She turned around, spotted The Assassin, and gasped. “Oh! What a fantastic costume! The makeup work on the scars must have taken hours ! And the eyes… how are you doing that?”
“Tinted contact lenses.” The Assassin’s words were spoken in a grunt; he was not one given to pretending to be a simple party-goer wearing an impressive costume. He was behaving exactly as an assassin should behave.
The young woman seemed impressed by his act and costume. “That’s so clever! Are you new around here, …?”
Athos realized that she was looking for his name. “That’s Joe,” he said, speaking the first English name that came to mind. “Joe was telling me earlier that he’d love to take a walk around these grounds and see all of the sights. Perhaps you could show him, Miss Eva?”
She giggled, glanced at the strong-looking man in the terrifying “costume,” and
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