Eyrie (Part Three of The Archeress)
She was relieved when the smoking guard continued on, oblivious. It would’ve been as simple as sliding down and slitting his throat, but also messy and time-consuming. Her success hinged on getting in undetected.
Finally she climbed the rickety ladder to the perch she’d selected carefully on previous trips to the arena. No one would have need of the catwalk tomorrow, and it promised constant shadow even in daylight hours. Most importantly, there was a small, forgotten hatch to the roof for an easy exit.
She could be through it before her arrow reached the stage, two hundred yards away.
Part 1: Preparation
Part 2: Infiltration