A dagger wizzed by her face and embedded itself in the headboard, â€œWhat the Fu?!â€ she began but was forced to tumble out of the way when yet another was thrown at her. Shit! It looked like there was another on the job, who had apparently done it already and was there to clean up the mess. Just her luck, work so hard at getting to this high prized target only to miss the chance because she got lost. Before she could retaliate against the other assassin the guards burst into the room and Alegra knew she was fucked before she could even begin to run for the lowest rafter.<br/><br/>â€œSTOP HER! SHE KILLED THE KING!â€<br/><br/>One of the guards shouted as she stripped from the confines of the dress, leaving her in a corset, lacey undergarments and thigh high boots. Free of those constraints she jumped and hefted herself up onto the low beam, glaring at the other assassin.<br/><br/>â€œFucking thief!â€ she threw at him insult before she began to climb higher, seeking to escape before the guards began firing arrows at them. She needed to get out and get away from there so that she could figure out what the hell happened before she got herself killed. Her clients were going to be pissed that she screwed up, not to mention her reputation she had worked on for years building. This night just kept getting worst and worst.