"I know everypony here!" He looked around. "Azrael, the dead warrior himself. Asmodeus, el diablo. Heart Song, or Cricket. Skydust, male alicorn, passes very well as a chica, so I've heard. The only one here I don't know is... well, that ape-like animal."
"So," Nightshade said. "How do you know who we are? You're not reading our minds, I'd know if you were; so how then? Are you a friend of Maya's?" She was certainly suspicious, but the assassin didn't register as a threat.
Nightshade arched an eyebrow. That meant one of two things. Either he had somepony sending him information about the bar and its patrons, or he possessed the power of meta awareness. There was, of course, an easy way to find out. "Eye yam knot shore watt ewe mien," Nightshade replied. (Say it out loud if you don't get it.)
He'd made no mention of the homonyms. No meta-powers. Good. "Somepony's been passing you notes about what goes on around here. Who and why?"
Azrael shook his head. "No." "Nay," said Asmo. Raven spoke up, "He's a Master Assassin, super high rank. Check out the sun, means he takes some of his contracts straight from the Princesses." Navaja blinked a few times in surprise. "Well-read bat..."
Nightshade nodded. "So you have access to Guard files and reports. Interesting." She glanced at Raven. "How do you know about all this? I didn't even know about this."
Raven shrugged. "I just do." Navaja nodded. "Si. That is true." Azrael sighed. "Edmond. Remind me what we were talking about."
Nightshade shrugged. "Any particular reason you're here, assassin? If you've taken the time to research us, I doubt this is a social call." *************************************************************************** Blackheart arrived back at the camp after his brief trip to Baltimare and headed for the mobile lab being used by his alien guest. "Good evening, friend. How is your work progressing?"
"I guess maybe you didn't read my whole file," Nightshade replied quietly. "I'm not a soldier anymore."
"TÃtulo no dicta eso." He walked over and sat at the bar. "Red wine." Dusty nodded and walked behind the counter, pouring the professional murderer a glass.
Nightshade shrugged and sat down beside Cricket. "So, you going to give me that letter or not?" "How did you...?" "You've looked like you wanted to say something since I walked in, and you've got an envelope with my name on it." "Uh... right. Here." Nightshade quickly read the letter and sighed. "Dammit. I have to go. I'll be back in the morning"
