Carus manor. What a pretentious thing to name ones home. 'Rich' Manor, it meant. A clear and easy target for a syndicate attack, not even being far from their base of operations. The girl there was the simplest target, small enough to smuggle out of the place without much fuss and likely worth quite the pretty penny- Even if she wasn't the firstborn.
The hired man slipped up the tree leading to the balcony with ease. He had been told it would be a simple snatch and grab job, and the target would be sleeping. A job he had done many times before. To his great surprise, however as he lit the room with a small candle he carried with him, no one appeared in the bed. He stood for a moment, dumbfounded. Had he been misinformed? Set up?
The answer came shortly, as the mink blanket shifted to reveal a lock of almost-ebon curls buried in the mass of feather pillows. He blew out the candle to hide himself, but it was too late. The child had rolled out of bed and pulled the string nearby. She didn't appear to have seen him however- The girls sleep haze his savior. He would have to escape quickly however, as she had surely called a servant of some kind. Perhaps for a glass of water. He hesitated, for half a moment - He had never done a snatch and grab on someone so young before. She couldn't be more then twelve.- He clamored over the bed to grab for the child, ignoring her frightened gasp. After a small struggle he managed to subdue her....The door opened just as the poison soaked rag took the child back to sleep...
