Meet Nicolas if you haven't already!
A chill blew through the air at the top of Notre Dame, Nicolas shivered slightly, nearly losing his balance. He looked off into the distance, “There you are…” he mumbled to himself as he leaped off the gargoyle to the haystack below.
Getting out of the haystack, “Ugh… one day I'm gonna miss that thing” he said to himself as he began walking ever so casually through the crowded streets of Paris. Riots were common, starvation was everywhere, and crime was at an all time high in the revolution. Nicolas was on a mission; one to kill Thomas Thatcher, an English Templar associate that has been blocking food from entering the city from surrounding farms and settlements. Now, he was in front of the Palaise de Justice meeting with a Templar courier to receive his weekly pay for his crimes.
“A lot of guards… my rifle will draw too much attention, as well as be a risk to civilians” he thought. Nicolas moved swiftly the crowd, already closing in on his target when he heard the sound of metal on leather -- someone unsheathing their blade. As the crowd scattered along with his cover Nicolas quickly looked to the side and saw an extremist seconds away from killing a man, even after he handed over what little money he had. With cat-like reflexes Nicolas charged through the scattering crowd and grabbed the man's armed hand, pulling it back and breaking his arm in the process, then twisting it and stabbing him through the back of the neck with his own dagger. No matter how grateful the man was, he was ultimately terrified by this hooded man's ferocity and quickly turn and ran. “Hey! You forgot your… money…” he yelled after him.
“Hello, Assassin.” the masculine voice behind him said.
[TO BE CONTINUED BASED ON FEEDBACK]