40: An Easy Target - Part 2

"Leglois, do you think it's a good idea for us to keep an eye on our target from afar? Didn't you say you sensed that our target can use magic? It would be better to get closer and use trackers." 

Aiden, the first assassin twin, spoke with caution as he observed Liam from their vantage point. He wasn't willing to take any chances while following their target.

But his younger sister had other ideas.

"You worry too much, brother. Has anyone ever been able to get away from us? As far as we know, we got the easier target out of the two to keep an eye on, and our boss already narrowed down our search. We know that the real target is Aria Duskwood. We're only here to provide backup support." 

Leglois replied confidently, her gaze fixed on Liam below.

Her words seemed to ease Aiden's tension. He exhaled slowly, calming his thoughts and deciding to stop panicking. Leglois's confidence was contagious, and he found himself nodding in agreement.

"Fine. But let's not get careless. If this guy really does have magic, we can't afford to underestimate him" 

he muttered, though a trace of unease lingered in his voice. 

Leglois grinned, her sharp eyes gleaming.

"Don't worry, brother. If anything happens, I'll be ready. Besides, this is just a warm-up. The real challenge lies ahead with Duskwood."

With that, the twins continued to shadow Liam, remaining cautious yet confident in their abilities.

The twin assassins, Aiden and Leglois, followed Liam quietly, their eyes trained on him as he made his way through the dimly lit streets. At first, everything seemed normal. Liam walked at a steady pace, occasionally stopping to glance at his phone or look around. The siblings maintained their distance, careful not to draw any attention.

But something began to feel... off.

"Brother, are you noticing this?" 

Leglois whispered, her voice unusually tense.

"Yeah. It's like he's slipping away. Every time we turn a corner or move to a new vantage point, he's harder to track" 

Aiden muttered, narrowing his eyes. 

Indeed, Liam's figure seemed to blur with the shadows, disappearing from their line of sight for longer intervals. At first, they chalked it up to the poor lighting, but the pattern was becoming undeniable.

"He's doing something. I don't know how, but he's making it difficult to follow him. We need to pick up the pace." 

Leglois hissed, her voice sharp. 

The duo quickened their steps, trying to close the gap between themselves and their target. But as they moved closer, a sudden sound ripped through the air—a faint, almost imperceptible whistle. Aiden froze, his instincts flaring.

"Get down!" 

He barked, pulling Leglois to the ground just as a projectile slammed into the wall behind them. The impact left a scorched mark, radiating a faint magical energy.

"We're under attack!" 

Aiden growled, his hand already reaching for the blade hidden beneath his cloak.

Leglois scrambled to her feet, scanning their surroundings.

"From where? I don't see anyone!"

Another whistle came, and this time, the projectile landed closer, forcing the siblings to dart behind cover. Whoever was attacking them was skilled—silent, precise, and completely unseen.

"They're not missing on purpose. They're testing us, gauging our reactions" 

Aiden muttered, gripping his weapon tightly. 

Leglois cursed under her breath. 

"We need to move. Staying here is suicide."

The twins tried to counter, sending a barrage of small spells in the direction of the incoming attacks. But it was futile. Their assailant remained hidden, and every movement they made seemed to be anticipated.

"We're at a disadvantage. They're picking us apart." 

Aiden admitted through gritted teeth. 

Leglois clenched her fists, her mind racing. They needed to regroup, but escaping without understanding who or what was targeting them could make things worse. Then, an idea struck her.

"Brother, I'm using the tracker." 

She said firmly, pulling out a small device from her pocket.

Aiden's eyes widened. 

"Are you serious? That's supposed to be a last resort!"

"We don't have time for this! If we can't track him the traditional way, we'll use the phone tracker. We know he's carrying it. It's our only shot" 

Leglois snapped. 

Without waiting for her brother's approval, Leglois activated the tracker and keyed in Liam's phone information. A moment later, the device beeped, a blinking dot appearing on the small screen.

"I've got him." 

She said, her voice triumphant.

"Where is he?"

Aiden asked, still on high alert.

"Just a few blocks ahead. He's not far. If we move now, we can—"

Leglois replied, her eyes glued to the tracker.

Before she could finish, another projectile whizzed past, grazing the edge of her cloak. The force of the near-miss made her stumble, and Aiden had to steady her.

"Forget talking. Move!" 

He barked, pulling her along as they bolted toward Liam's location.

The attacks didn't stop. Whoever was targeting them seemed to be toying with them, deliberately herding them toward specific paths. The twins were skilled enough to recognize the tactic, but they were running out of options.

"Leglois, are you sure about that tracker?" 

Aiden asked, his voice strained.

"Yes! It's locked onto his phone. If we can just get to him—" 

she snapped.

Another whistle, another explosion. The siblings barely avoided the blast, diving into an alley for cover.

"This is insane! Whoever this is, they're not an amateur. Do you think this is Aria Duskwood? Or Someone she knows?" 

Aiden muttered, wiping sweat from his brow. 

Leglois didn't respond. Her focus was entirely on the blinking dot on the tracker, which indicated that Liam was still moving. She gritted her teeth, determination flaring in her eyes.

"Then we find our target before anyone else does. Let's go."

Leglois muttered before she ran as she could.

With that, the twins pushed forward, their movements swift and calculated as they followed the tracker's signal. The attacks continued, but they pressed on, refusing to let their unseen assailant slow them down.

All the while, Liam's figure seemed to remain just out of reach, the dot on the tracker taunting them with its steady movement.

Whatever game they had stepped into, it was clear that it was far from over.