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removed his hands from his weapons. “Could be,” he growled. “I better head back to my room to seek out the comforts of the toilet.” He smiled and the laughter intensified. He turned and continued down the hall, but stopped halfway to look over his shoulder. Once again, his hands fell to his weapons.
    Moro knew Garl sensed him—perhaps even felt him. Shoving the dagger into its scabbard, he swung to a closer steel beam. Garl wasn't going to go away and his unease would eventually alert his buddies. That could not be allowed to happen. He removed a smooth metal tube with a trigger mechanism attached at one end. Garl had both guns in his hands and was almost underneath him. Moro pushed the trigger and a thin steel cable shot from it and wrapped itself around Garl's neck.
    “What the—,” he was cutoff in midsentence. Moro yanked the cable and the man gurgled with restraint. He dropped both guns and pulled at the cable. Moro flicked his wrist and the cable tightened, resulting in a loud crack. Garl's head hung at an awkward angle.
    Moro reeled him in like a fish. Once he had him in the rafters, he tied him to a nearby steel girder and drifted to the floor to collect the weapons. A waste chute was located nearby, and he jettisoned the weapons before wandering eyes could find them. Someone would eventually discover Garl's body, so it was important he completed the mission quickly. He hurried toward the door where Calypso and his companion entered. He scowled when he noticed the security keypad next to the door.
    “They never make it easy,” he grumbled. Moro was an ancient assassin with several thousand kills notched on his belt. Many died easily, others tried to lock themselves away. Locked doors posed only a minor inconvenience. No one could hide once he had a target in his sights.
    He reached into a pouch located on his belt and retrieved a silver metal object that resembled a small tarantula. It remained unmoving until he laid it across the keypad. Its tiny eyes lit up with a red glow, and its spindly legs moved furiously as it stabbed at the numbers on the keypad. Several minutes passed before it finally cracked the security code. With a click, the door unlocked, and Moro returned the code breaker to the pouch.
    With his dagger in hand, he inched the door open. A corridor awaited on the other side. The clear, panoramic ceiling afforded a view of outer space which made the corridor feel more like a tunnel. Moro didn't like it. It made him feel exposed, which would make any of the Assassin's League wary. An exposed assassin is a useless assassin.
    He was halfway down the tunnel when the door opened behind him. He whirled, dagger in hand, to see two Umbral soldiers, adorned in the golden armor of the Defense Fleet, approach cautiously with rifles raised. Moro crouched low and was about to strike them down when a voice behind him caused him to freeze.
    “Look what we have here, Hark-Kalech,” the voice cooed. “It seems we have an intruder among us.”
    Moro turned slowly to see Calypso and Hark-Kalech standing side by side, both filled with smug looks. He silently cursed his luck and gripped the dagger tighter. With his free hand, he carefully removed a second dagger. This one wasn't as long or as narrow, but it would serve his purpose. He was caught in a crossfire, but he had one advantage they didn't have—flight. With a single flap of his wings he was airborne. He assumed the Defense Fleet soldiers would open fire as soon as he moved, but he was mistaken. They held their fire and instead, looked to Calypso for guidance. It no longer mattered. Moro's target stood directly in front of him and he flicked his wrist, sending a dagger hurtling toward Calypso.
    Calypso watched the dagger with a cool, calculating gaze. His eyes never wavered off the weapon, even as it flew within inches of his throat. Moro never missed, his precision was unmatched. However, there is a first time for everything. The dagger was caught