Fervent Bite

To My Light Of Victory

This chapter is dedicated to a special someone

"Status report."

"It's successful. Just hope they don't have any cheese."

Maestro had hoped the plan would work. For it could give them an upper hand against Hanlerk's soldiers. As much of a nuisance they are, he can't deny that they are quite deadly. His own Red Hand idiots always underestimated them. And that ends in their demise one way or another. But Maestro is different. He knows their exact danger. And is the complete opposite of his subordinates.

"Maestro sir." Two recognizable subordinates ran to his side. Giving him a quick bow, "We have...Bad news sir."

"Speak."

"We failed. In our attempt to locate the remnants of the search party. We were unsuccessful. And bumped into the headmaster on our way." It was the twins. Two of the sleeper agents Maestro had placed that fit into the second year had been some of his best soldiers.

"What happened?" Maestro calmly asked them. His eerie cool-headedness freaked out the twins and everyone else around.

"He just questioned where we were going. And sent us away before informing us that the area would be off-limits and patrolled with guardian creatures." The sister of the twin spoke.

Maestro took a deep breath before eyeing the screen infront of him, the town slept quietly yet again. Slowly healing from the tournament. They handle that quickly to his amusement.

He took a few steps and walked around their base for a quiet minute. The twins stood where they are, they dare not to move out of place. That was until one of Maestro's subordinates took a single step did the silence finally break.

A silver glint shined from under Maestro's hand. The brother noticed this and grabbed his sister before he sprawled to the ground: SHING

The other red hand ducked just in time as the blade swung across the room. And jammed itself on the wall. As the others gathered their courage to look up, A red flesh tendril had pierced an area on their map that was hung up.

The tendril had originated from under Maestro's sleeves. White razor-sharp bones protrude from the tendrils with a rigid silver blade on the other end of the tendril, "Then what's your status report on the artifacts?"

For a quiet moment, No one dared to answer. Afraid that if they spoke, their jaws would have been cleaved right off their faces. Maestro looked around before pulling the tendril back under his sleeve, "I see. I apologize everyone. For my actions of lashing out. I can assure you all that I'm not like the other higher-ups."

He grabbed a nearby cup and poured a drink from his flask. Before handing it to one of his lead technicians, "I'm not a psychopath. I don't kill my subordinates out of anger. I merely want to shape them into something tougher. Something that can face against the world on its own. But I care for our mission as well, you all are experienced red hand members. This should have been an easy task to accomplish."

The technician still hesitated on drinking the concoction from Maestro's flask, "It's just an energy boost. I'm not idiotic and psychotic enough to poison my top technician." Maestro patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you...Maestro." He quickly gulped down the liquid. With each sip, he felt a surge of energy flow through him.

"Good. Now...You two." he pointed at the twins, "Stand up."

The two obeyed his order and stood up, "How many sleeper agents have you activated?"

"Only one sir. Third year."