[Spy]

The assassin roamed the darkened alleyways as he searched for his next job- a rogue spy. Espy crept along with stealth, his swords drawn as to avoid the clinking of metal.

A clock tower chimed in the distance, he hastened his pace. The sun would rise in a few hours, he couldn't finish his work in the light of day..He might get caught. Espy smirked from beneath his mask, Him? Getting caught? Not on his life. No- not on his job. His job always came first. If he died, that was one thing; but if he was thrown into prison..Now that would be hell.