The Mayor of Lasklee bid his hello to everyone that he saw on his normal routine up to his office in the center of the city. The man that opened the door to City Hall, his security guards, and last his beautiful young secretary who always gave him a sweet smile as she handed him any mail or news that he needed to know at the time. He nodded a goodbye before heading up the stairs to his office, dodging a quick question from her about why he was in so late today.
Once inside the Mayor gave a yawn as he turned on the lights in the office and walked over to his desk; placing his hat and briefcase on his desk as his door was closed and locked behind him, making him jump and turn around.
And there before him was the last person he had wanted to see that day. The Marines had dubbed this person the 'Night Archer' on their bounty, though everyone by now knew that they operated both at night and in the day. Most of the Archer was covered by their long, black cloak; hiding all of the top of their face and all of their body up to their shin. The only other things that were noticeable were that damned white bow that was always either being held or on their back and a mighty valuable looking brooch on the cloak.
"Late night, long morning?" they with a cheeky grin asked in that voice that the Mayor found to be both eerily calm and enticing at once. The Archer stayed in front of the only exit from the office other than the window down a few stories that would surely leave him as dead as if he'd try to go out the front way.
"I...well I'm simply not feeling the greatest today that's all," the Mayor said trying to sound as calm as he could, going over and taking a seat behind his desk, "You know what it's like when you work all the time to better this city, it takes quite a toll on you."
"I certainly do know what it's like to try to better this city, unlike yourself," the Archer replied, casually taking a few steps forward. They stopped at the chair in front of the desk as if to decide whether to sit down or not; in the end they seemed to choose not too, instead pacing back and forth slowly before speaking up again. "I have appreciated the bits of help you've been able to give me since I've been in here. Whereabouts of secret meetings, ammunition dumps, all that info has been very helpful."
"I'm glad to hear that, I do what I can to help out this city. Even if that means helping out someone who does things that aren't exactly legal," the Mayor said with his winning smile, thinking that there would be no cause to worry.
"Even if that means lying to your one hope for redemption," the Archer corrected with bite in their voice, "Even if that means selling out me to those people. I know the real reason you were up so late and gone all morning: you were having meetings with both of those disgusting individuals. I know that you are only mayor because they have you under their thumbs, and you're damned fine with that! You only want what is best for you you goddamned piece of shit!"
"I...I don't know what you're talking about," the Mayor squeaked out, his eyes widening at the Archer's sudden anger. He backed up his seat from the desk, scared beyond his wits at how this day had turned. The Archer started to go on about how they had eyes everywhere in the city, and how they knew that he was crooked. They paced back and forth after kicking the chair into the wall, going on about how he could live with himself for doing and letting horrible things be done with full knowledge of it.
The Mayor knew it was time to change tactics. "This is the only way for me to protect the city! I might be getting money from them but it's used to help out the city! The restoration of the Bell Tower, the replanting of Lasklee Park; all that was with their help! They might do bad things sometimes but they aren't that bad," he told them, only realizing that that was the last thing that the Archer wanted to hear. They grabbed onto the side of his desk and pushed it into the wall with a seething anger, marching right up to him and grabbing him by his jacket.
"They. Are. Bad. And so are you for allowing this to happen. You're supposed to help protect your people, but instead you sold yourself to the highest damned bidders," the Archer told him through gritted teeth. The two of them stayed there for a second before the Archer let go, the Mayor letting out a sigh of relief as he smoothed out his jacket. There was silence from the Archer for a moment before they turned back to face them. "It's up to people like me... it's up to my cause to be the ones who help out the weak and oppressed," they said calmly, looking at the Mayor for a moment before lunging forward and grabbing him by the throat.
He gasped for as he was pushed out of his chair and into the wall. The Mayor struggled as much as he could, but it was clear to him that there was no way out once the Archer lifted him up higher. There was yelling coming from downstairs, but he knew his men wouldn't be able to get there in time to save him. The Mayor probably got the best look of the Archer out of all the other victims, and it terrified him. The muddy brown eyes had so much hate in them and intensity that he was uncomfortable even looking back at them; if he could have turned away he would have. Instead they were the last things he saw as his life was taken, the Archer letting him fall to the ground as the office door was forced open.
After some arrows and bullets were fired between the two groups the Archer jumped out of the office window. The security guards ran to it in time to see the Archer seemingly jumping in the air repeatedly, making their way to a rooftop on the other side of the Bell Tower before disappearing from sight. One of the security guards looked down at the dead mayor, some blood on him from a wound the Archer must have received.
"This...word will get out fast," he said, another one of the guards nodding.
"At least we managed to actually hit them. Neither the Yarrakona or Budero have been able to for the past months it seems," one said, telling the fourth guard to get the word out.
