She stole softly down the flag-stoned tunnel towards the light. Her raven feathered pelisse glimmering over the left shoulder of a short black, form-fitting, heavily brocaded & silver-buttoned military jacket. Her attire was completed with various belts, high riding boots & figure-hugging cavalry trews that no self respecting society lady would dream of wearing. She laughed quietly to herself at that last thought and risked a peek around the corner. That split second was long enough to see the two guards dicing away their pay in the dead of the night instead of being alert for dangerous criminals. Again she laughed and ran her gloved fingers through her close-cropped hair. Her eyes closed for a moment as she drew a large breath and slowly let it out. She gripped her rapier tightly and leapt around the corner & sprinted silently towards the guards…