Let Me Be Your Eyes

Chapter 13.5-Spooked but Subservient

Hey guys! How are all of you? Good? Terrible? Awesome! Hopefully our poor Pine Tree should be done passing out! Here's a short chapter to snack on while I get the other one done. For the commenters:

Pandemonium825: Not quite, but I guess you'll find out the details later ^_^
Dreamin_of_ships: The name is not meant to be pronounced. Basically "_____" is a placeholder, like a name that has been stricken from the records. It's mostly meant to keep one of the big baddies a dark, shadowy evil for the moment.

BTW!!! I need a beta reader! If you have decent grammatical skills and grasp of the English language, I'm looking for you!
(Any ideas you guys have - headcannons, random things, whatever - let me know and I'll /consider/ adding them it.)

Enjoy the show~!

Spooked but Subservient

Chapter 13.5

Two people chatter as they stroll behind a third, making their way through down a path worn from years of regular use. Above them is a rugged ceiling of stone sporting the occasional small stalactite while the walls, roughly ten feet apart, are equally as rough. The person in the lead, a woman in her thirties wearing a crimson robe, glances at her two companions. "You guys did say you had good news for him, right?"

The taller of the two feels a bead of sweat slide down the back of his neck. "Y-yeah! Everybody is in position and we even have a few new inductees."

The woman huffs, closing her eyes momentarily, before nodding to herself and straightening. "All right, then. This shouldn't go too poorly, then."

Tugging at his own robe, the third person glances at his taller compatriot. He whispers, "Are you sure this won't just irritate him? I mean, we never told him about-"

"It will be fine. What he doesn't know won't hurt him," the taller cuts off. Swallowing thickly, the shorter nods and falls silent.

After about another minute of walking, the trio comes to a stop at a thick, reinforced pine door boasting an elaborate knocker and delicately-wrought iron handle. The woman steps up and raises the handle of the knocker, letting it fall back with a resounding thung. Silence weaves through the air after the sound. The shorter man absently swipes at the nervous sweat clinging to his brow. The taller clenches and unclenches his hands in reflex. The woman taps her shoe as she drums her fingers on her arms.

Finally, a strong, confident voice from the other side of the door calls, "Enter."

The room the three enter is a circular refurbished cavern reaching close to twenty feet tall and stretching a good fifty feet in diameter. At the far end is a massive desk, behind which sits a blonde man dressed in a deep violet robe embellished with silver. The hood falls from his head as he shifts forward in his throne-like chair to stare at the newcomers. "Ah, Klein, Valentino, Poolcheck. How nice of you to drop in." His gaze cuts across all of them, though pointedly on Poolcheck, the taller of the men. "Do you have anything to report?"

After receiving a scathing glare from Klein, Poolcheck crosses the distance of the room, his companions lagging behind by a few steps, to stop in front of the desk. The man starts with what he hopes is a pacifying report. "Sir, we have three new inductees for our cause. Also, all members are in position, along with the moles."

The man behind the desk hums at this, tapping a his pen against a stack of papers of the wooden surface. "Good, good. Speaking of the inductees, whatever happened with the Northwests? I am fairly certain they should have bowed to my pressure by now." Poolcheck's breath hitches in his throat as the man absently finger the base of his prosthetic wrist. The small hope he had shrivels as the purple-adorned man shoots straight to the worst possible subject. "That is," the "boss" continues, "unless you failed in your mission. The essential mission of re-educating the youngest Northwest. But that is not likely, given that no such report was delivered to me."