Honing her dagger, Cali Dorcha looked up and out the window of her high-rise apartment. She had been offered a room in the House but preferred the privacy away from the family. She sat in her black leather pants, royal blue silk shirt, soft padded leather black boots. No one knew how many daggers the assassin held on her person, and she never told.<br/><br/>Summoned, she dressed quickly and took a groundcar to the House. She strode into the room and plopped in a seat. Cali placed her back to all doors and faced all individuals in the room.<br/><br/>When the Consort spoke, Cali listened intently. She enjoyed her job. She was a killer, one day she would become the Spymaster.<br/><br/>"Tell me more about  Paeter Gull. How many guards did he bring with him?"<br/><br/>She turned to her cousin, "No need to make it look like an accident, a commission was made and so one will be carried out." Strangulation was not her specialty, she preferred a nice slice across the throat.