| Darius_Vaughn | Date: Monday, 19 Sep 2011, 8:04 AM | Message # 1 |
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| It was long past midnight, local time, when the quartet of assassins entered the Vaughn family compound. The Vaughn name on Tantra was well respected; indeed, their family was the most prominent and wealthy of all Tantran merchants and, despite friendly rivalries, nobody they knew of bore them any real harm. Under the ice and within the glaciers, the Vaughn family compound was a rather splendid manor, or as splendid as one could get within ice, and they were connected to the rest of the community via a small monorail, privately owned, that took them the three kilometers from their niche into the closest community proper.
The manor was quiet, with only a few members of the household task taking care of the chores such as cleaning and tidying up. Crime was low, and the four household guardsmen worked their patrols while a fifth monitored a camera system, but at the moment, was rather asleep. Crime was nearly unknown in this portion of the world. The four who had come had arrived quite some time ago, under false names and passports; their vessel registered cleverly to a company that had no existence and they were small enough to slip under the Tantran radar. Indeed, their documents had been so well falsified that one could hardly tell them from the real thing, so to speak.
Demonstrating a knowledge of the home layout, the four easily bypassed the areas where the holocams were located; slipped past the quartet of patrolling and unsuspecting guardsmen, who, after all, had undertaken their guard circuit for the past several years without incident, and breached the manor itself through a side door. One of the group split off, raiding the darkened dining room for valuables in the form of expensive plates, chalices on display and even the family crest, which had a rare rainbow gem set in it. While the pilfering was occurring, the other three had crept up the stairs of the four-story residence. The third story was their destination, where the members of the family slept. From there, they split off. The first to die was the ten-year-old daughter, Samantha Vaughn. The assassin crept carefully into her room, slit her throat and left her to die before closing the door. From there, he continued on to the youngest son's room, six-year-old Johnathan Vaughn, and dealt with him in the same manner.
The other two assassins had been busy as well. Stephen Vaughn and his wife Elizabeth were killed with silenced slug-thrower pistols, while the second-eldest son, seventeen-year-old Richard, was not in his room. A quick search by the pair found him to be awake and in his attached refresher, in the midst of a rather embarrassing act to be caught doing. No sooner had he opened his eyes in shock at the interruption than a pair of well-placed silenced slugs caught him center-mass and left him slumped on the refresher, dead. The trio of men regrouped, taking care they'd not been noted, which they had not, and moved to the bedroom of the eldest son, Darius. As one, they opened the door, pumping rounds into the bed itself, almost as if he'd been the one they were most afraid of, before moving in to confirm the death. Upon finding the room empty though, the trio quickly rushed out, still careful though, to regroup with the fourth, before departing the home with the security none the wiser. In a few short hours, before the day even dawned, they'd be off-world.
Darius Vaughn
Prince of Tantra
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