The rain poured down driven by heavy southern wind, the water rolled of Xanthis’ cameleoline cloak, synskin kept his warm and dry in addition. Looking through the scope of Venetta a large glass enclosure was clearly visible, warm, dry, and protected from the elements. Six days ago he had picked up a contract with two other assassins to kill a upstart warlord on this god forsaken rock, the pay was to be cut evenly between them all due to the contractors assumption that each of their skills sets where necessary. They were wrong of course, after dispatching his competition he scouted the complex and with the information available set up in the location with the best vantage point of the stage where this warlord would make his next speech. Guards where dispatched and Xanthis had time to reflect how well this will pay and how nice it would be to have his current respiration system replaced with a new quieter more effective model. Verbal, he had always been so quiet except for his breathing, but his fellows had quite the sense of humor, finally he would be truly silent. The dome lit up, aids scurrying around setting up banner, lights and other various props, Xanthis thought to himself, “It is quiet, no one would hear” then out loud his said “click” about six times, each time was in conjunction with quick realignment of his rifle. Chuckling quietly to himself and let out a faint “and it’s that easy”. Stepping in to the light was his target, bold and brazen, but who would not be after carving out a small country for one’s self; of course know one but eight dead men and Xanthis. He could have taken the shot, eight maybe nine times by now, but the contract stated it was to be public and devastating, simple enough. Waiting was never a problem, just a matter of letting his target get conformable, say a few lines, then he would take let Venatta release a muffled cough of death, not very poetic but accurate, Xanthis would prefer it called a whisper. Everything was emplace, this was not a joke shot any more, he had one chance to make this, adjusting for wind, rain, glass, internal pressures, ventilations, gravity, and whatever else he could think of. Laughter leapt unbind from his lips at the thought of gravity, took a sometime to get used to the adjustments necessary for environments with gravity. “Click” slipped from his lips as he pulled the trigger, Xanthis imagined a pinging then a splattering sound as a cloud of red mushroomed around his target as it all ended. Xanthis slinked off down the mountain and to his next pay check. Soon thereafter he came under the employ of the Imperium, many years later is when the others would first meet.