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 The Return of Order, Sir Francis Bryan Comes Home
Francis Bryan
Posted: Jan 8 2012, 11:38 AM


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Three weeks before…

“Nothing is true… everything is allowed...” as he dropped the coin purse on the small table… He shoved the shirt into his trousers then buttoned them, displaying a wicked smirk as he turned to pick up his jacket… That is what he told her only hours before… Before he took her wholely, completely, totally into the realm of adulterated sex and orgasm… Lastly he spoke of the bargain they had struck regarding the woman’s husband, the Bavarian Duke and his property.

He looked at the nude woman upon the bed, and placed the fancy hat upon his head and tweaked the brim with his fingers, then that cold brown eye looked at her eyes… “Twas grand yer Grace… Next time I am in Germany, I shall announce myself again…” then he winked at her… stopping only for a moment and turned to look back. “Of course, maybe yer Husband, the Duke would rather deal with King Henry instead of me… that way, we would have more time…” Then his eye moves to the bag of coins and back to her… “Oh yes, Make sure he gets that purse, for you have already had yer payment… we would not want the world to know of your infidelity…” and he closes the door behind him as the vase shattered against the door… with only a simple chuckle he continued on his journey…

One and a half weeks before…

Behind the door, the dagger lay upon his chest, his gloved hand gripped tight against the bone handle… he arrested his breath as he heard the bootfalls upon the stone coming nearer… With a twist of the head he looks to his accomplice, then raises a finger to his lips, ensuring the man would make no sound…

The intended victim, unknowingly stepped thru the open door and stepped toward the desk… With one movement, Francis stepped from behind the door, one arm wrapped around the man’s head at the neck, and twisted slightly to restraint the man’s movements. The next movement, which was just as swift, was the weaponed hand shoving the blade deep in the victim’s back. The man twisted in pain… and before he could scream out, Francis took the blade and dragged its sharp edge, slowly and forcefully, across the skin… its keen edge opening the skin, the blood increasingly oozing out as the wound was opened larger. The assassin’s arm moved out of the way as the blade marked its way from one side to another…

Francis smirked and dropped the man to the floor, where his life was staining the floor. Bending over and wiping the blade clean, he looked to his accomplice who now had a distraught expression. “What…?”

Reginald Franks was an old acquaintance of Francis’ and knew the city of Cologne better than anyone, had been requested to assist Francis in finding John Weir. The man they sought had supposedly been contracted to seek retaliation for the annulment proceedings against Ann of Cleves… Though the man was Hungarian, it was believed that Duke William of Germania had anonymously contracted the man to perform the task.

"Did you have to kill him? He could have led us to who hired him…? I do nay wish to be a conspirator in murder of a Hungarian diplomat here in Germania…” the man said nervously as he fidgeted with both hands.

“Oh Reginald my friend… do not fret… you, nor I, will not be implicated…” then he shoved the dagger into the sheathe on his belt. “That is… if you keep your mouth shut… Besides, no one will miss this… this diplomat, as you call him… to me he is a piece of trash who believed he could play with the big boys…” then Francis spat on the dead man. “Try to forge ahead on a plan for my King… what f*cking arrogance…”

And in less than a moment, his face changed expressions and he smacked Reginald upon the back, the man jumping from it… “Reggie my friend, what do ya say we go find us some whores, and drink ourselves into obliteration…” then he took Reginald by his arm and guided him out into the hallway… Looking both ways, Francis started down the hallway of the Inn… pausing few steps down the hall, he stopped and turned… “You comin’…? That is unless yu think it better to go to Henry… or William… and tell them what has become of the man…” then he smirked and walked on…


Reginald shook his head and ran after Francis… “Women ale always sound better… especially if you are buying…” and both men laughed as they disappeared into the shadows of the large German city.
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