The Assassin's Tale; Spearhead

Credits; Krell, Rea,

Tomastein had kept good files.  Apparently he was one of the surviving members of a cult.  Ages ago they'd managed to summon a demon, and those of them who had survived the summoning had gained immortality from the demon, Kaleth.  Rea had cautioned him not to say the name out loud, but Krell had already heard the stories; the phrase 'speak of the devil' hadn't been coined on a whim after all. 
"I recognize a few of these names.  Immortals I've killed already, and a few others I haven't." 
"Shall we pay them a visit?"
"Why Father Krell, are you suggesting we go kill people?"
"I don't like killing people, but anyone who makes a pact with demons clearly needs to be put down for the good of the universe."
"You would probably get along well with Adan.  If you weren't travelling with me I'd give you a letter of reccomendation or something." 
"They seem to afraid of you for that to work."
"Most people are."
He heard weapon's fire in the hall outside.  Someone howled in pain, then a woman screamed.  Rea kicked the door open and Krell followed her through closely.  One of the guards, servants..he was wearing a suit and he had a gun, was laying on the carpet in front of them clutching his chest.  Nao had managed to produce a very nice looking pistol from, he didn't really want to know where.  The scream seemed to have come from the maid who'd answered the door. 
"Oh, there you two are.  I think we should go now."
"Seconded, Krell?"
"Motion carries, I'll create a distraction."
"No need."  he heard something explode in the distance.  "That was the boat house, should clear a path to the ship.  I say we go through the window in the office, any objections?"  Rea didn't wait for objections, but instead just started to run back across the office and leapt through the recently replaced window.  Krel hated to see his work damaged so pointlessly, but since their presence was now clearly known to the whole building it didn't matter anyways. He rolled as he hit the ground, projecting a cushioning effect for the entire group.  Rea had landed on both feet and started running instantly, and surprisingly so had Nao.  Krell tried to focus on the running, but he could see dozens of armed servants coming from all around.  He set wards over the three of them, and conjured a force field to follow behind him and deflect any direct fire.  Nao began returning fire, with impressive accuracy. Rea was clearing the path ahead; she hadn't drawn any sort of weapon, but he could see her dodging shots and disabling guards.  He could hear bones breaking, but more the crunch of an arm or a rib then the distinctive snap of a spine. She was being non-lethal, Krell couldn't help but smile.  It was always a good day when Rea showed restraint.

They got onto the ship safely, and Rea had them off the ground and safely into space in mere minutes.  Moments later they were deep into subspace and far away from any potential intercept. 
"Sorry about leaving you guys alone like that, but I really couldn't resist the offer of a shower and some clothes."
Krell was getting ready to tell Nao off for firing the first shot, but Rea cut him off before he could start. 
"Understandable, and that suit looks quite nice on you."
"Thank you, I was surprised they had one in my size."
"And that was some fine shooting you did on the way out, you've got a good eye."
Nao waved it off and grinned.  "It was nothing, just instincts."
"Combat instincts, what exactly do you normally do for a living?"
"Did my century with the rangers, some odd escort jobs, a bit of guide work; what else does an Elf do?"
"Use a bow.  Rangers use bows.  You use a pistol.  What else do you do?"
"I may have done a bit of mercenary work for a while, nothing too big."
"You knew where Courtney's safe hosue was."
"Alright alright, so I did a little bit of espionage too."
Rea crossed her arms and spun her chair around to face him. 
"Ok, more than a little bit of espionage.  I was with Field Intel and Disruptive Operations back in the war."
Rea kept staring.  Krell couldn't imagine what else she could have been expecting to get out of him.  FIDO had been Tala's left hand during the Frostbourne war.  Courtney had been one of their top operatives, and most of the rest of the organization held high ranking places across the universe.  Those that lived anyways, most hadn't. 
"Ok, I was Spearhead."
Oh.  That was a huge claim, but he could see why he wouldn't say it upfront.  Spearhead was the codename for the number one operative.  Any school kid would have recognized the name.  He was the single most famous spy/saboteur of all time.  They said he was the one who found Arcania's palace.  Having met Arcania he didn't believe the rest of that story though, most of the Spearhead stories involved some kind of unbelievable hook-up.  He'd never been mentioned after the war though, it had always confused the fans.  Most people figured he died, some said he got married.  From the looks of it, he had no intention of doing either any time soon.  It was kind of dissapointing actually, he'd always sort of hoped he'd hook up with Dawn Fury, she seemed like the right sort of girl. 
"Does your wife know about all this?"
Krell had to resist the urge to gasp.  It was like she read his mind."
"I didn't do anything; I haven't done anything like that since the wedding.  Who do you think sent me to take him to the house in the first place?"
"Before you go any further,"  Krell interrupted.  "Is it Dawn?"
"Who?  Oh, right, codenames.  Yeah..Yeah its Dawn."
Krell pumped the air victoriously.  He wasn't normally this childish, but he'd met so many childhood heroes in the past two days he couldn't help it; first Petra, who'd turned out to be a total jerk, and now Spearhead.
"So she's keeping an eye on us through you?  Go figure the hunteress in the shadows would use spies in place of armies.  She must think this is important to send you."
"Well it is important, shades not moving, bounties on you, council calling Petra before them, Arcania says she's been having trouble too.  They're targeting you ladies."
"More than usual at least.  Alright, now I want you to give Krell your autograph before he has a fanboy freakout or something."