Magic Weaver

Chapter Twenty Two(v2)

Chapter Twenty Two

Infiltration

The Magician's Skat was situated on the south side of the castle, where there was the most cover but also the most guards. Jayson gave Ghost a meaningful look and he was gone from sight. After a few moments he reappeared.  

"There's three guards, two on the grounds and one by the door." He whispered.  

"Rosaline, do you have them in your sights?"  

Rosaline had her eye in the scope of a sniper rifle, long, thin, and perfectly deadly. "Got them." She informed them triumphantly.  

"Put your silencer on and take them out."  

Rosaline clicked a lever, and just like the first time, Rosaline pulled the trigger three times, though this time there was no blasting sound. Three thumps hit the ground hard as the bodies fell.  

"All dead." Rosaline reported.  

"Good. Move out."  

As Jayson stood, Cedric couldn't help but notice the unusual weapons he held in both hands. In each one was a sort of short sword, or a long knife. On their hilts was a button.  

"What does the button do?" Cedric couldn't help but ask as they ran to the castle.  

Jayson, without words, clicked the button of each knife and out of each side came an additional knife, creating a three pointed short sword. "They're called katars." He explained. "They're nothing compared to what Ghost carries. He prefers grenades."  

Cedric swallowed, impressed but at the same time intimidated by their fearsome weapons. What did Cedric have? Some tiny pistol and his weaving? That was nothing.  

They stopped outside the door. "Is there anyone on the inside?" Jayson asked Cedric.  

Cedric placed his hand against the wall. "None."  

"Good. How are we getting in?"  

Ghost suggestively held up a bomb.  

"I can just unlock it." Cedric suggested.  

"Do you have a key?"  

"No, I just can. It's a part of my magic. Didn't you know that?"  

"You never told me! Well, let's not just stand out here waiting to get caught- open the door!"  

Cedric put a finger to the door's lock and it easily clicked into its unlocked position. He was much more efficient, much quicker than he was when he could first weave. He saw the lock's structure in a quarter of a second, he knew how to manipulate it in another, and with the last went through with his intention. They were in the back of the throne room on the first floor, where there was a small door most weren't aware of.  

"Ghost, you go with Cedric to rescue his friend. Jack, can you cover them?" Jack nodded. "Ok. Good. Akeem, Rosaline, and I are going to look through some files. We're meeting back here in half an hour, and no-one, and I mean no-one, better be late. Understand?"  

Everyone nodded in agreement.  

"Good. Good luck to you."  

Cedric was about to respond with a 'good luck to you too' but they were already running the other way.  

"Where are we going?" Ghost asked.  

"The second floor, in the servant's quarters."  

"Nearest set of stairs?"  

Cedric pointed, and together they took off toward the quickest way to the second floor. Navigating the castle seemed somewhat odd to Cedric, for he found his sense of direction just slightly fuzzy. After so many years of living in the castle, walking its halls, and avoiding Rafe in its corners, Cedric didn't expect to begin to forget its layout so quickly. It was suddenly as though he was trying to function in someone else's brain, someone that hadn't seen the castle's hallways in years. After being away though, Cedric could appreciate its splendor again. Its wealth was a different world than the rundown one he had been living in.