Austin fixed his cloak as he made his way through the desert caves for his mark. Boyce had made a grave mistake in going rogue. Boss was most displeased. As was Austin, having to travel so far to get to his mark. Again, fighting the wind and fixing his cloak to keep his features hidden. Not that anybody should see him all the way out here, but overall it was a habit to keep himself unseen when he was on the job. He was told he had memorable features since he was still pretty and boyish. At nineteen he still had 'boyish charm' as many of his mentors liked to say. He pushed his muddy river hair back under the hood as he heard the sounds of muffled laughter and grunts. Hunching down he eased himself towards the opening, inspecting every face of Boyce's crew until it landed on the fool himself.
He reached around, swinging himself up onto the crevice atop the cave and quickly found a position of ease that he could drop down and kill the peons quickly. He unhooked his cloak, dropping it upon the closest one and quickly followed it as he dropped from the ceiling, blades drawn mid fall and landing deep in the neck of the man beside the one caught in his cloak. With a spin and some unnecessary flourish he cut at the third member that reached for him, slashing at his wrists and then putting his dagger through his throat with a turn. The fourth was out from beneath his cloak and Austin charged, blade stabbing his cheek and ripping it as he kicked him away. As the man stumbled he slit his throat. Finally, he turned to Boyce. "Prepare yourself, fool. You know why I come."
Boyce pulled his longsword and charged. The man was bigger and stronger, but Austin was quicker, pushing his blade away and avoiding the attacks. The cave was small where Boyce was large. Dodging, leading Boyce on, he did not hide his smile when Boyce's blade bounced off the cave wall and he stumbled back, tripping over his pile of gold. Austin was on him in a minute, blade sinking deep into his throat. Yanking it out, flinching away from the splatter of blood from his jugular, Austin rolled back to his heels and stood, wiping his daggers clean and appraising the blood covered gold. Boss would likely enjoy it if he returned with that fair sized pile.