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𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟷: 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚗

"He's not there, Mother!" Camilla's eyes widened in alarm. She went into action, she set all of the cases onto her bed and everything was taken with care. She stopped and went into thought.

"Did you chase him, Cass?"

"What's it to you?"

"How did you lose him?"

"The floor collapsed from under him." Camilla's eyes widened in realization. She opened the cases to reveal various amounts of weaponry. She strapped the holsters to her arms, legs, and around her waist. She then opened the case that held the knife holster for the Dagger of Death's Flowers and strapped it to the holster of her waist. She then placed an assortment of knives in each knife holster, she then loaded a sniper rifle and placed it on the bed, then grabbed a handgun, placed a silencer, and loaded it. Alcina's eyes widened at the intricate designs of the holster, ever so familiar.

"I need to get to the dungeons..."

"I'll take you there, love. I need to grab a wine bottle, it's about that time."

"Of course, Mother. Though I would like to see where the man fell, I could arrive there quicker if I followed his steps." Before she left she opened the suitcase. Meanwhile, Alcina ran the idea through her head. The faster we get rid of the man... the better it would be for us... Alcina looked in the direction of her youngest, You never really been able to tell me what I've been asking... Always cut off by external forces... You remain quiet, why is that? Oh, how I miss the way things used to be... Alcina decided to break from her mind and speak her thoughts on the matter.

"You make a good notion, my little one."

Surprisingly, under the outfit given, there was a dog-sized bulletproof vest. She quickly strapped Giles in and clicked her tongue. He nodded and trotted out.

"What will that canine be doing, Camilla?" Camilla gave a small smile at Cassandra's distaste.

"He will be roaming the halls, if he catches wind of Winters scent he will go on the attack, alerting us on where his whereabouts may be. Though, hopefully, we aren't too late in getting to see the man as we head down. Wish us luck." Cassandra scoffed.

"Mother doesn't need luck." Camilla could only stare for a moment before smiling.

"Everyone could use a little luck once in a while..." Cassandra simply rolled her eyes. "Where did you say he fell?" Cassandra grunted, Camilla simply waited, Cassandra left in the direction of the dressing room. Camilla looked to Alcina, who simply stood from where she was sitting, and walked to the door to follow Cassandra.  Alcina looked back at her child and smiled.

"Micul meu războinic, we should get going if we want to catch the man..." With that Alcina dipped through the door and walked on. Camilla followed suit. They continued in silence, when their paths split Alcina saw her daughters off.

"Camilla dear, I'm going to head down now, be sure to let me know how it goes..."

"Of course." Alcina walked off.

Camilla walked through the halls and opened the door to the dressing room. The two went inside, to say that there wasn't any tension would be an understatement.  Cassandra gestured to the hole in the wall further in the back of the room. Camilla moved inside, there was a lantern on a crate and there was a hole in the flooring.

She looked back in the direction of where she came, to find Cassandra with her arms crossed as she looked at her.

"How far does it go, love?" Cassandra mimicked the way their mother spoke to Camilla. Camilla rolled her eyes, an idea then came to mind. Eyes lit in mischief. Camilla looked back to Cassandra.