Iskra leaned nonchalantly agains a wall, tucked away in the corner of the market place. She was dressed unusually in a simple wool dress and had her hair tied back in a scarf. Today was for gathering information, not for fighting. She didn't want to look like too familiar a fixture around the market place.

"three, two, one..." she muttered to herself. Her target apperared dead on time across the other side of the market place. She had watched him so much she knew his daily routine inside out, today was the last time she'd check his routine before carrying out the assassination.