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Chapter Twenty- Behind Enemy Lines - The World

 

The white robe sighed. Her day was NOT going according to plan. Conquest was supposed to PRETEND to put up a fight, not sit there and die. No matter, she told herself. He HAD served his purpose. She knelt in the sanctuary in Delta Hidden Forbidden Holy Ground, praying. She sighed again, her thoughts wandering. She wanted death. Death, she told herself, is the best cure for all sorrows. She sighed as she stood, and opened the book left behind from Conquest's demise.

As the book opened it flipped through the pages as if a wind were blowing. Bored, the white robe yawned. Why did she always get the boring work, she wondered. Finally the book came to a rest, stopping on a page with a map of a field. Written along the top were ancient runes that spelled out a keyword.

`Delta Hidden Hopeless Tri Pansy. Well, I guess it's go time.” She waved her hand in a careless fashion. Two characters gated in, each in a robe as dark as midnight. She tossed the book to them.

“Catch.” The two black robes scrambled to catch the book. One of them raised a hand in consternation.

“The master would not be pleased if this were to be damaged.” The white robe waved her hand in dismissal.

“I can deal with the master. Besides, it isn't as if my life weren't already a living Marquis Du Sade! Begone.” The two black robes disappeared as the white robe sighed.

“Well, off to work, I suppose.” Gate in rings appeared to the left of her. Forming was Boragia.

“You know, Master really isn't pleased with you.” He said as a matter of fact-ly.

“Yeah, well, it isn't as if the converse of my life here is any better. I can do my best work, and it still isn't good enough. Besides, it isn't like it matters. My mission WAS accomplished. Yours wasn't, remember?” Boragia sniffed.

“Yes, well, you didn't have HELBA fighting you-“

“Actually, the four HAVE gifts. They used one of them, unnecessarily of course, to dispatch Conquest. We can't identify the others, but we were able to re-write the data stream so that if the ability possess is used against us, directly, ever again, it would backlash and kill the user. But, I am sure that they will figure this out, one way or another.” Boragia coughed.

“Well, we have work to do.” The white robe nodded. The two gated out, missing the character lurking in the balcony, who merely smiled. Some days it paid to be an information mercenary.