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Chapter 5: Clash of the Titans
It had been nearly two days since the night of the murders, and Garth never had never slept so well in his life. He looked outside his rented room to see that he had slept to nearly noon. Garth had been exhausted from his mad dash away from Falador. Most of the time he had been on his feet moving, with only stopping occasionally for a quick power-nap.
“Ah, Burthropian air,” Garth said as he took in a deep breath. “No better smelling air in all of Runescape.” He was untouchable here. If any White Knight or member of the Faladorian Guard was found here they would be thrown in jail, or worse. Garth was finally safe.
Garth got dressed in his traditional black robes and his hood and left the inn he had been staying at. All around him were peasants the most vial villains in all of Runescape. Killers, robbers, assassins; they were all here. Garth stopped as he saw a familiar face amongst the crowd.
It was Darusta. He was a tall man who had short black hair and face covered in scars. Darusta was also an assassin. Of course, he was not even half as good as Garth. Then again, most people weren’t. With his old age came experience. Most assassins did not make it to their late twenties. They would reach a point where after a few successful hits they would become overconfident and lazy, causing them to get killed on a job; or they were even more likely to get killed by their employers. It was no big loss to the employer. Assassins were expendable, except for the ones as good as Garth. Most assassins were killed right after they had completed their mission and had desposed of their target. One of the employers trustees would be waiting near the assassin's get away horse or wagon to eliminate them when they least expected it. This way the assassin couldn't be traced back to the employer.
Garth began moving towards Darusta. He and Darusta had some unfinished buisiness to take care of.

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Garth let Darusta make a little distance between the two, but he made sure to always keep an eye on him. He had to be far enough away so that Darusta could not easily see him. Garth continued to trail Darusta through the crowded dirt streets and near the center of the city to an open-air bazaar. The bazaar was filled with homemade wooden stalls with canvas canopies. Visitors to the city and locals alike were their buying and selling, along with several beggars looking for spare change. The beggars not only looked dirty and unkempt, but sickly and broken. Garth intentionally ignored most of the people while at the same time trying not to make himself stand out.
He continued to tail Darusta through the bazaar, passing stalls which sold everything from fresh fruit to wooden toys. Darusta began to turn his head. Garth instinctively dropped his body and hid himself amongst the crowd. Garth counted off ten seconds before picking himself up and once again navigating through the streets. He caught a glimpse of Darusta as he reached one of the local pubs. To the untrained eye, the building seemed like an ordinary bar, but it was in fact a haven for criminal activity. Darusta checked with two very large and well built guards before being permitted through the front door.

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Garth knew he could not just waltz right through the front entrance. One of the guards at the front door might recognise him and he would leave himself completely exposed as he entered. Garth did not exactly have a good reputation following him.
He went around to the back of the pub. There was no back door, but there was a window overlooking the stock room. Garth reached into his pocket and pulled out a small scalpel. He slid the razor sharp edge against the window, making a hand sized hole. As quietly as he could, Garth reached through the window and unlocked it. The lock was rusty and made a small ‘click’ as he unlatched it. Luckily no one else had heard it. Garth quietly opened the window and slid though, closing it behind him.
The pub's basement was used as a sanctuary for illegal activities, so all of the pub's drinks had to be stored above ground. He made his way through the racks and barrels of assorted beers of all varieties, carefully examining the room. It was time to pay Darusta a little visit.

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The only exit of the storage room was through a door to the rest of the bar. Garth tried to open the door to find that it was locked. He rustled a lock pick out of his pack and got to work. After thirty seconds Garth had the door to the rest of the bar unlocked. He cracked open the door, just to take a peek around. He was back where the accounting and office work was done. Garth opened the door and crouched down. There were a few open doors until the main room where the actual bar was. He peered around the open doors to make sure that no one else was back here. It was entirely empty until he reached the final door.
"Hey, what are you doing back here?" a man asked. He had long blonde hair tied back into a pony tail and his clothes were very clean and neatly pressed. Across his white tunic was a small pin that said 'manager'.
Garth darted forward and struck out with a right hook. His fist connected with the man's temple, sending him on a collision course to the ground. The man turned his body and tried to kick Garth as he approached his fallen body. Garth caught his boot at the last second and savagely turned it to the outside. He carried on his momentum and yanked the man to his feet. Garth pulled back his fist and delivered a hard blow into the manager's solar plexus. As he doubled over in pain, Garth struck the back of his head with a quick chop. The manager's legs collapsed and he fell to the ground, alive but unconscious. The assassin took his keys and locked the office door as he exited.
Garth slowly crouch walked over to the main door. There was a little window in the center of the door, so he could get a look around the bar without actually entering it. At first he saw nothing. The bar was filled with the typical drinkers and partiers. Garth was about to open the door when he saw Darusta. Darusta was at the end of the bar and was heading over to the restrooms. Garth made sure his dagger was at a close reach as he entered the main room.

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No one paid any attention to Garth as he entered. An amateur band was playing and the bar maids were passing out beers like there was no tomorrow. Everyone was too busy drinking and having a good time to notice Garth. He carefully walked across the floor and past a couple who were dancing. A man who had way too much to drink bumped into Garth as we stumbled by.
"Stupid drunks," Garth muttered.
Garth was at the men’s restroom door now. He grabbed his dagger with his right hand and entered the room. At the other end of the room Darusta was by the sink, dipping his head into the water. It was a common myth that you could cure yourself of intoxication by dipping your bodyin water, but Garth did not believe it. The assassin locked the door behind him and slowly but steadily made his way over to the tipsy man. His heart rate was increasing now. Perspiration was forming across his forehead and running down his jaw. The few feet he had to travel felt like miles.

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Garth was standing right behind Darusta now. He slowly reached in his pack attached to his belt and pulled out a syringe filled with poison. Suddenly, Darusta pulled his head out of the water and began gasping for air. Garth did not even dare to breathe. He dipped his head into the sink again after inhaling a few deep breathes. Garth sheathed his dagger and prepared his syringe.
Garth put his hand on the back of Darusta's neck, forcing his head deeper into the water. He began to struggle and the sink filled with his air bubbles. Garth steadied Darusta's neck and then inserted the syringe through the soft tissue, injecting the poison directly into his bloodstream. Darusta was panicking now, screaming under the water and quickly wasting up his oxygen. Garth waited until Darusta's legs stopped kicking and his air bubbles turned into a slow trickle before pulling the unconscious man’s head out of the water.
The poison Garth had used was very fast acting, but weak in potency. He would be unconscious for a good ten to fifteen minutes. Garth threw the body onto the wet floor and frisked it. He found a hooked sword and a few knives, which he discarded into the trashcan. Garth then bound the unconscious man’s hands together with some rope. Now when Darusta woke up he would awake under his conditions. Garth was smart enough to know not to try to interrogate an assassin unless under the right circumstances. They always had a blade somewhere.

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