A good heist keeps the spirits high!

As I entered the kitchen I was greeted with the pleasant smell of some kind of meat as well as a thoothy grin. The smell came from a iron couldron that was gently swinging above an open fireplace. The grin came from the priests dramatically less pleasant looking face.

"So young miss, you haven't told me your name yet. I believe it is every bit as beautiful as you?

Pretending to be shy I took a small step back. "I'm Celina. After my mum."

"Excellent! Just as I thought, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

What a sucker.

Naturally I didn't say that. I just smiled wryly and slowly made my way to the slightly steaming couldron.

Before I could reach it he swifltly blocked my way. His face came close enough for me to feel his warm breath on my cheeks. "One moment Celine. That is for later, or don't you remember our little agreement from before?"

Eagerly he opened his arms intending to hug me.

Not skipping a beat I confidently fell into his embrace. Slowly my fingers slid down his back. With a nearly etheral voice I whispered, "Of course I haven't, dear pastor".

Slightly startled he started speaking again. "That was a lot quicker than expected. You want it too!" The greedy expression on his face grew to a new level of intensity. At that moment even I, a seasoned assassin could only hardly suppress the urge to either punch or puke in his face.

Luckily I was able to control myself and continued the act. "I do generous pastor." With those words I put together all my courage and firmly pressed my lips on his. He closed his eyes and greedily intruded my mouth with his tongue. Simultaneously I revealed the stone I had hidden under my dress.

Without giving him any more time I mustered every once of my strenght and violently rammed the stone on his temple. In an ideal world that would cause his brain to crash with his skull and make him pass out instantly.

Unfortunately I was still too weak. He staggered and let lose a few curses. Still being in a dizzy state he frantically looked around, probably looking for some kind of weapon. Exploiting his momentary confusion I quickly hit him a few more times. The fourth hit with the stone finally made him pass out.

For a few seconds I quietly stood there, unmoving and listening for any neighbors or law enforcement who could might have heard the commodation.

Luckily nothing happened. Time for the second part of my plan.

Grabbing a few strings that I stole from his clothing line I tied him up against a chair. To prevent him from screaming I took his socks and firmly put them into his mouth.

Done with that I carefully searched his body and found a few coins and a bunch of keys. Probably for his house, the church etc. Seeing them a idea came to my mind. Could he have a cellar? That would be quite convenient for interrogating him.

I didn't have to look for long. It was a few feet underground and only filled with some vegetables. In other words perfect for purposes.

With my current strenght it was real chore to drag him down here but with a few breaks I eventually managed it.

Before going back upstairs I looked at him again. His blue eyes were closed and a tiny stream of blood was streaming down his temple. A worn out look was presented on his face. I laughed cheerfully. It was probably not very pleasant to get hit like that.

Upstairs I thoroughly searched his house for all kinds of valuables and came up with quite a few nice things. First of all there was a reasonable amount of silver, copper and golden coins. I still hadn't figured out the names for the different pieces of money but I was quite confident that one of it was lir.

One more question for the good man downstairs. Apart from that I found a few relatively genderneutral clothes, and even some jevelery. In my old world I had a phase when I collected all kinds of colorful stones so I had quite a bit of knowledge in this aspect.

Except for one necklace, everything was fake and nothing more than a cheap imitation. That was fine though, I wouldn't dare to sell it of anyways.

Before I did anything else I put on some different clothes. Although the dress was magnificent it obviously was no streetwear.

As for pants I had no choice but to put on my old ragged ones. He just had nothing even close to my size. On the bright side though, I had found a loose grey linen shirt that was relatively fitting. Together with a black wool coat it gave away the coherent picture of a young middle class girl, who was either traveling or had some sort of rebelious phase. Not too bad.

Following the demands of my stomach I went in the kitchen again. The couldron was still hanging there and spreading his enticing smell. I quickly extinguished the fire and started eating right from the couldron. The meat tasted like the definition of heaven, sweet and salty at the same time but also juicy with a bit of spices. I'm pretty sure I burned myself several times, but hungry ass me couldn't care less.

For a moment I got lost in thought and stared at the ceiling. Was my family doing alright? My friends? Due to my pecuilar lifestyle I didn't have a wife or children but I missed my brother. Against all odds he had managed to stay normal in this mess of a world and had even found an amazing wife. Melissa. Originally she was just some girl I hooked up to have some fun with, but one day she unexpectedly met my brother and they fell in love.

I probably should have been mad but I wasn't in the slightest. Melissa was kind, funny and despite that even intelligent! I had always known that if there was someone who deserved her, it was my brother.

Every year they had invited me to birthdays, christmas and other kinds of festive occasions. I rarely came. Thinking back, that was probably my biggest regret. Would I ever see them again? God how much I envie them.

The thought of a normal family didn't sound very enticing at first glance but if you live a life like I did it sounded like heaven. However I had always known that this was nothing i could have. My whole being was shaped by my early days, surving on the streets of a dying city only with my brother. These days made me a master of manipulation, schemes and calculated violence.

Later with my choice of becoming an assassin I had made all that my life. And now? Now it is what I am. All of that was ingrained in bones and if there's something like that, probably in my soul as well.

Forcefully I pushed those depressing thoughts in the back of my head, and my usual calm expression found its way back on my face. Casually I grabbed a oil-lamp and a knife in preperation for what was coming.

It was time to get some answers.