World War 3 (One Direction)

Battle Plans

(A/N) Sorry the updates are gonna be slower now...busy busy busy. Learning new subjects and stuff... Will try to update as soon as possible. Enjoy!

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Chapter 11

'Here.' I pointed at a spot on the table where a map showed on the screen surface. 'There's a large barren land next to the small Galencia island. It's high so it'll give us an advantage. We can make our stand there.'

Mr Bryce, the head of Cilenio, nodded in agreement whilst scratching his scruffy beard, deep in thoughts. Mr Davinia listened quietly in his seat, his chin resting on his fingers. A few others, of which I do not know their names, responded with an occasionally yes or nod.

'What kind of weapons do we have?'

Mr Bryce lifted up his head to look at me. 'Swords, guns, bombs. Enough for everyone. Though of course "they" have better techs than we have.' "They" was the term he had been using to refer to the Galencians.

'It'll have to do. I must be the one to get inside the castle. I know the way to the prison cells. I can free them. Have you any means of flying equipments?' I asked, taking a sip of water from the glass.

'We have a couple of jet packs.' Mr Davinia must have seen my expression. 'There's nothing we can do. Those things cost a lot.'

'Actually,' An elderly man stood up from his seat with much difficulty. 'Actually, there is another way in.' He wheezed and paused for a drink before continuing. 'There's an old passageway through that barren land of yours, it goes down below and beneath the sea, up to the island itself.' He let out a dry cough as he used his index finger to trace a path on the table before tapping twice on the spot where the island of Galencia was marked. 'They...they won't know what hit them. Quite unexpected for them considering it was believed that the tunnel had caved in. Now that's a plan, ain't it?' He said, banging his fist on the table.

'Caved in?' Mr Davinia looked doubtful.

'Nah, no worries.' The old man gave a toothy grin. 'It was just sealed.'

'Great.' Settling back in my chair. 'Brilliant actually.'

'Except,' He lifted up his finger to speak again. Rubbing his balding scalp, he too looked slightly doubtful about his idea. 'No one, I believe, no one knows where the entrance of the passageway is. There were only a few people that knew of this tunnel...'

'That settles it then.' I muttered with a tone of exasperation. 'We leave at the break of dawn, tomorrow.'

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'Mr Matthewson?' I poked my head into the armory. The heat from the fire was quite overwhelming. Beads of sweat had already started dripping down my forehead. 'Have you got what I asked for?'

A stocky man with a short grisly beard came barreling in, still wearing his protective goggles and carrying a large mallet and a plate of red steel, no doubt only just taken out from the furnace. 'Azelynne! Ah yes. Ye-' He hurried further back into the armory and disappeared behind the many piles of weapons and shields and armors.

Waiting for quite some time now, I took the liberty of exploring the armory myself. 'Cool.' Picking up a small glowing disc, I examined the buttons on it.

'Well, well, well. Aze.' A skinny girl with a messy curl of brownish-red hair appeared from behind a stack of blueprints. Her thick goggles magnified her eyes many times bigger, my first thought was a bug. 'Back from 'ell. Remember me?'

'Southers!' I forced a grin. 'How are you? Didn't tell your dad about what happened at school, did you?' I looked around worringly for any sign of Mr Matthewson. I doubt he would be too happy to hear that I had strung his daughter on an operating air cooler.

'Forget that. Pssh!' She gave a good-hearted laugh. 'Ye've been through enough without my father wanting to kill ye. Come 'ere. I want to tell ye something.' Arching my eyebrow up, I leant forward towards her and she let out a whisper. 'I forgive ye.'

'Thanks.'

''ere ye go.' Mr Matthewson returned with extra soot on his face, waving a curved piece of thin metal in the air. 'This good? Lightweight, durable. There. Not bad eh?' He handed me the metal.

I examined it, turning it over and over again. It was a mask to hide my ugly scars, and perhaps some protection as well. The polished silver gleamed for the fire light. It was a simple piece of metal shaped to fit my face, covering from my forehead until a small part of the bridge of my nose. A thin long slit across the mask were for my eyes to see through. Throwing it against the wall, I was pleased to see not even a single scratch on the mask. 'Awesome!' I shook Mr Matthewson's big rough callused hands.

'Thought so. If there's nothing else ye need,' Mr Matthewson said, hitching up his trouser. 'I shall go back to work.'

Something caught my eye. 'Hang on, sir. What's this?' I picked up a pair of rings larger than a person's head. The edges along the outsides of the hoops were all jagged and sharp except the handle which were smooth and bounded with a synthetic non-slip material. My hands felt a small lump on each of the handle and gave it a little push. The jagged round blades started rotating fast but in a silent motion. 'Woah!' That came quite unexpectedly and I removed my fingers from the lumps and the blades stopped.

'That would be the buttons, miss.' He said will a beam. 'Made 'em meself. One of my creations. I don't know what to call it so I jist named it 'em Doughnut 'oop...plus I like 'em doughnuts.' He added with a pat of his belly.

'Can I have it? Sir?' I looked at him hopefully.

A smile spread across his ruddy face. 'Well, of course ye can 'ave it! It'll be my pleasure. Anything, to win this war.' He said darkly and cracked his knuckles with a sickening crunch.

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