Who we Aren't

Chapter Three)

The order of the Phoenix
POV:Sarcoff

The order of the Phoenix was a rather large knight hood that spread over many towns and cities. They swore to protect and serve those towns with their lives. They were noblemen who believed in keeping peace and restoring hope for those who are lost. Their main mission was to defeat us. They had been observing one of our underground organisations for a couple years now. The child snatchers, that's what the common people called us in myths and stories. The order of  Phoenix wanted to take us down and make our organisation rot in jail for crimes of abduction of small children. They had scoped out the place, had all the security hacked and even blocked all possible escape routes but when they arrived the place was abandoned and there was only one known prisoner. A teenage fairy with only one wing. She was left to bleed to death on a metal operating table on the bottom floor. Since the whole place was abandoned the order of Phoenix almost overlooked that floor but an apprentice agent, who wasn't supposed to be there, went to check to be sure and found her alone in a dark cold room completely traumatised with fear. They took her in and supplied her with a dorm room on the members' campus. There wasn't a single trace of evidence anyone had been there in years, let alone where she could have came from. Even though people were entering and exiting the underground facility just hours before. They must have known but how? It couldn't have been a mole in the group as every member was thoroughly checked. An unsolvable mystery.
"Well then, that seems like a perfect cover up. We will remain a mystery. Good job, Sarcoff. Now to make sure they don't bother us again, send one of the new recruits. I want to see if they can successfully rob that jewel. Hit them where it hurts."
"Yes sir."