Stabs Whalers pretty good

Corvo padded along the platform that skirted high on the factory wall, picked his spot, and blinked down to the ground. Arriving in front of the hangar doors but behind the two guards, he snuck up behind the first, killing him swiftly, his blade severing the man’s neck nearly to the bone. Dropping the body, he spun on his heel, even as the other Whaler was still turning at the sound, and jammed his blade into the front of the Whaler’s mask, piercing the leather and rubber like they were butter. The man shuddered, his arms stretched out as if he’d touched the live terminals of a whale oil tank, and then he was still.