[Jacob]

*Setting: The high class creatures of the city Liel had many gatherings. Usually three times a week. This gathering of the upper class' was different however. A Mudokon from across the waters was paying a relativly short visit. He was a different breed of Mudokon however, a Biros. A sub-specie, a water dweller. Evolved over millions of years to live near forests and water, a perfect specimen of evolution. However, this time he was out of water and quite high off of the ground. The party was taking place in a small apartment building, the apartment was 45 floors high, this party was taking part on the 39th. Cheffeurs driving long, sleek hover cars briefly parked upto a small ledge, allowing the well dressed passengers to step out, before driving away and parking somewhere. Awaiting to be beckoned to pick them up. The Biros Mudokon in question was a weapons dealer, he lived in a large white mansion which was situated on the edge of Ulo. He dealt with import and export...of the destructive kind. He was guarded by two large Refelx'. A large and incredibly stupid, yet instinctive, kind of Fish. Their mouths were like that of a Fish', with giant lips. Their tiny black eyes, however, were no bigger than a Cherry. Their entire body was covered with scales and their hands and feet were webbed, and finely tipped with claws filled with a neuro-toxin. The backs of their heads were covered with tiny dimples, each having a single hair protruding from the middle of it. This was to help them feel vibrations in the water, when they were in the water that is. These two were around 7.5ft in height. And very wide, almost fat. They were dressed in black, pin-stripe suits. Their shirts were black also, the only thing that wasn't was their purple ties. These two Refelx' were actually a shade of purply blue, indicating they weren't brought up on land. The Biros Mudokon was sat at a small table, a white cloth draped over it, a glass of G'n'T was situated infront of him, with his blue, webbed paw clasped around it. He smirked to himself, his skinny face looking somewhat evil in the low light. His two Fish-like friends sat next to him, eyeing the party members up, looking for any suspicious behavior.*

Mudokon #1: "Quade, Jay...I've spotted the mark."

The Mudokon was sat on a table that was three tables away from the Biros. He was attempting to look as if he fitted in, but seemed to stand out, as he was the only one not mingling. He picked up a small cocktail umbrella and twirled it between his index finger and thumb. Eyeing up the guards.

Mudokon #1: "He's quite well guarded, two Refelx'...They look...tough."

He spoke into a comms link that was cleverly hidden in his bow tie. He, and the others all had this. Aswell as a wireless ear piece which recieved the messages.

Creature: "May i sit down...?"

The Mudokon looked up, stunned. A beautiful Albino Crate slowly pulled out a chair and took a seat. She smiled softly at the Mudokon, playing with her pink feather boa with one hand and rubbing her Silver sequined dress in another.

Mudokon #1: "Ermm...well...errr..."

Crate: "Whats your name...?"

Her voice was soft and like a whisper, she moved her right paw forward and gently took the umbrella off of him. Her crimson eyes catching the light and somewhat shining.

Mudokon #1: "Rel, but, you see...i cant really talk..."

***

Quade: "Just speak to her, its not like you'll look suspicious."

*Setting: Quade was milling through the crowd, gently pushing past all of the upper class guests. Sometimes even casting a smile and nodding an acknowledgment. He gently made his way to the buffet, standing in line behind a group of posh Saurians and Glukkons. They spoke amongst themselves, laughing in their horse-like way about the scum (homeless) of the streets and how they had the nerve to be alive. Quade sighed and picked up a small paper plate, trying not to tune in on the raucous laughter of the shallow class. But trying to get a clear view of his target.*

Quade: "Yeh, i see him. I'll need a good reason to get close to him though..."

He whispered behind his hand, hoping nobody would notice.

Jay: "Dont worry, i'll be able to get close. Where's the sedative?"

Quade: "With me, where are you?"

***

*Setting: In a small toilet just to the west of Quade and the mark was Jay, the Mudokon with the Tree-Frog colour. He was in a tiny cubicle, undressing a Waiter that he had just killed. Quickly he put the creatures clothes on, un-phased by the Saurian Waiters snapped neck. It wouldn't like anyone would notice he was missing, and soon they would never know. He quickly buttoned up the black, sleeveless overcoat and made sure the legs of the deceased were placed in the toilet, with the body leaning on the wall of the cubicle. He then bolted the door and clambered over. Praying that no-one would come in as he did so.*

Jay: "I'm coming out of the toilets now, where are you?"

Quade: "At the buffet..."

Quade scanned the area, looking over the sea of bobbing heads. Trying to fade the sound of the upper class out, trying to concentrate. His gaze stopped when he spotted the mens restroom and immediatly noticed his cohort leaving, dressed as a Waiter.

Quade: "Nice get-up, hope you left the guy a tip..."

The response was a muffled chuckle, Jay was smiling as he pushed through the crowd.

Jay: "Yeh, dont walk around without an ID card on ya..."

Quade smirked, dropped the paper plate on the small buffet table and then pushed his way through the crowd, trying to reach his disguised friend. He gently reached into his jacket, grasped something and then pulled it out. It was hidden in his clenched fist. Looking around cooly he stepped past Jay, passing him the item calmly, who then placed it in his overcoat pocket.

Quade: "Kal, you turn..."

***

*Setting: The purply-pink plumed Mudokon excused himself from a table of four Vykkers who were sat gossiping and sharing some valuable infomation on Liposuction. He smiled, pushing his chair back and then climbing off it. He then proceeded to walk through the hussle and bussle slowly. Squeezing past the Gold and the old. However, as he squeezed past one set of minglers he tripped, falling face forward. He landed on his knee' and looked upwards, seeing a small, Valet Slig looking down on him from his large Gold, glittery top hat.*

Kal: "Why did you do that!?"

Slig: "Wha...I-I never did anything!?"

Kal stood up slowly, watching as the Sligs gaze rose.

Kal: "Just 'cos you wear all that doesn't mean your better than me..."

The Slig took a step back, backing into its employer who was a large, gruff Glukkon. Not really as well dressed as the Slig.

Slig: "I never did nothing. I just heared you fall and turned..."

The Mudokon clenched his fists, his face becoming more menacing.

Kal: "Are you saying im a liar now...are you!?"

He lunged forwards with his right hand, grabbing the creature by the throat and raising his left to punch.

***

Quade: "Nice work, keep going at it."

The Assassin was watching as the group of snobs were watching the commotion, all tutting to themselves and sighing. Quade backed up as the crowd moved forwards, making sure nobody else was going to be watching the next events.

Quade: "Nobody seems to be watching, nows your chance."

Jay busily moved at the back of the crowd, pushing past some of them to get to his destination. He eyed up the two bodyguards, their gaze was in the direction of the fight as was the Biros'. He moved to the side of the Mudokon, leaning over the table and straightening a small crumple. The guards ignored him and spoke in their normal dialect to each other. The mark was holding his drink in his hand and Jay quickly gathered up the courage to do his deed. He reached into his pocket and brought out a small glass vial, filled with a white powder. Snapping the top off gently he leaned forwards.

Jay: "Can i get you anything else, sir? Another drink, perhaps?"

As he said this he placed his left hand on the Mudokons shoulder and his right near the drink, slowly tipping the powder into the alcoholic beverage. The Mudokon shook his head, ushering the Waiter away and eyed up the crowd which was still formed near the front of the area. As he watched this he failed to notice his drink, which was now bubbling gently as the powder disintegrated. By the end of the 3rd second the G'n'T looked normal once more.

Jay: "All done, now we have to wait..."

He walked upto the buffet were Quade was now standing.

Jay: "I think that went quite well..."

The Saurian nodded, picking up a small Chicken wing and nibbling it. All they had to do was wait.

***

Biros Mudokon: "You, go and get me something to eat. Make sure its nothing fatty...and see if you can spot Quinn while your at it."

He directed this at the Refelx that sat to his left, waving his paw to the buffet as he did so. He then began to raise the drink to his lips. Slowly, but surely, the glass alcoholic beverage made its way to his mouth.

***

Rel: "Yes, i work with a few local Banks. Nothing big, just managing. Heh."

Rel, the first Mudokon, was now getting into full flow. The Crate seemed to be genuinly interested in what he had to say, and didn't seem to be as shallow as the rest. As he finished this sentence however his glance was cast over to the Biros, who was now one short of a bodyguard. And was about to take a sip of his drink.
*Smash*

***

The bottom of the glass shattered in the Biros' hand, the Mudokon seemed to jump back, astonished by what just happened. The light brown liquid spattered on the white cloth, closely followed by the Ice.

Refelx #2: "Siaan. Siaan alon!!"

The creature belched out these words to its partner, quickly taking to its feet and helping its, quite shocked, employer up.

***

Rel: "Shit, what was that!? What happened!?"

The response came from over the comms system, but was loud enough for the crowd of onlookers to hear, they turned sharpishly, watching as the two bodyguards and Biros climbed to their feet and went to the back of the room, towards a wooden door.

Quade: "I dont know, but whatever happened didn't seem too good. Go and see if you can spot any psychics or telekinetics...GO!!"

He directed this order at Jay, but Rel got up from his table aswell and proceeded to do so. Now ignoring the female he was trying to 'woo'.

***

*Setting: Now away from the buffet the two guards and Mudokon are making their way to the back of the building. The rooms they were passing through were dark, only lit by Moonlight. A small 'clink' echoed behind them, urging the Biros to quicken his pace.*

Biros: "You...erm...stay behind. Shoot anything on sight..."

The bulbous creature nodded, turning around and pulling a gun out of its jacket. It snarled, scanning the area, awaiting an attack of some kind.
*Squilcsh*
*Thud*
A Silver knife had been thrown down, digging into the top of the Refelx' head and burying into its brain. It hadn't stood a chance. The large Fish dropped to its knee' and then fell forwards, twitching briefly. After the guard was face down a black figure dropped from the ceiling, tearing the knife out of its victims head. Bending down it grasped the knife in its hand and pulled it out, ignoring the pool of blood that spilled onto the varnished, wooden floor. A small growl escaped the creatures vocal cords as it looked into the direction were the other two went. It seemed to be dressed in black latex, the eyes of the outfit were large, red lenses. Capable of retractive with a metal cover that went around in a spiral motion (Like in 'Blade II' with Nyssa and Asad.). Its body was sleek and feminine, a black belt wrapped around the waist, carrying Silver knives and glaives (Those things Blade throws). It slowly snapped its neck from side to side, moaning as if being aroused by the sickening 'cracks' that were emitted and then slowly padded towards corridor were its prey disappeared. Quade and co. seemed to have company in the hunt...