06-25-2009, 03:47 AM
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"Whatever," Daniel grunted. He'd heard that far too many time; from his mother, from his sister... It had been drilled into his skull since he was six and everything fell apart.
And right now, it felt like everything had fallen apart again but there was nothing to do but try to ride it out.
He adjusted his newfound armor a bit - the previous owner had been a larger man, and the armor felt awkward and clunky. Robin seemed to have taken to hers like a second skin but on him the iron and red fabric felt wrong.
Through the helmet, he could see two more guards making their rounds ahead of him.
"Remember, walk casual," he heard Robin whisper.
Easy for you to say, he though, but tried to mimic the patrolmen's step.
Walk casual, walk casual...
The two of them strode past as if invisible, the guards didn't give them a second look.
Daniel released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. So far so good.
He followed Robin's lead past several more patrols. She walked with purpose as if she knew exactly where she was going, and maybe she did. Neither of them had been in the fortress before tonight, or so he thought. Maybe she'd found a map?
Robin finally stopped in front of a set of heavy iron doors.
"This is it," she whispered.
"How do we get in?"
"With these," she answered, indicating a ring of keys she pulled from a pouch on her belt.
"Where did you get those?"
"When I got captured. Stole it off their commander after they searched me."
"That was the new plan?"
"Part of it," she answered. The third key she tried in the lock turned with the metallic clunk.
"There's more?"
Robin didn't answer. She gave a push and the iron doors swung open into darkness. Pausing only to take a torch from one of the wall sconces, she stepped boldly forward into the gloom with Daniel following close behind.
The stone chamber beyond was empty save a single stairwell leading down into the dark.
"Shut the door," said Robin. "We don't want spectators."
Despite a nagging feeling in his gut, Daniel nodded and pulled the doors closed.
"It's about three flights down from here," she continued. "You ready?"
"Not really," he sighed, "but let's go."
"Whatever," Daniel grunted. He'd heard that far too many time; from his mother, from his sister... It had been drilled into his skull since he was six and everything fell apart.
And right now, it felt like everything had fallen apart again but there was nothing to do but try to ride it out.
He adjusted his newfound armor a bit - the previous owner had been a larger man, and the armor felt awkward and clunky. Robin seemed to have taken to hers like a second skin but on him the iron and red fabric felt wrong.
Through the helmet, he could see two more guards making their rounds ahead of him.
"Remember, walk casual," he heard Robin whisper.
Easy for you to say, he though, but tried to mimic the patrolmen's step.
Walk casual, walk casual...
The two of them strode past as if invisible, the guards didn't give them a second look.
Daniel released a breath he didn't realize he was holding. So far so good.
He followed Robin's lead past several more patrols. She walked with purpose as if she knew exactly where she was going, and maybe she did. Neither of them had been in the fortress before tonight, or so he thought. Maybe she'd found a map?
Robin finally stopped in front of a set of heavy iron doors.
"This is it," she whispered.
"How do we get in?"
"With these," she answered, indicating a ring of keys she pulled from a pouch on her belt.
"Where did you get those?"
"When I got captured. Stole it off their commander after they searched me."
"That was the new plan?"
"Part of it," she answered. The third key she tried in the lock turned with the metallic clunk.
"There's more?"
Robin didn't answer. She gave a push and the iron doors swung open into darkness. Pausing only to take a torch from one of the wall sconces, she stepped boldly forward into the gloom with Daniel following close behind.
The stone chamber beyond was empty save a single stairwell leading down into the dark.
"Shut the door," said Robin. "We don't want spectators."
Despite a nagging feeling in his gut, Daniel nodded and pulled the doors closed.
"It's about three flights down from here," she continued. "You ready?"
"Not really," he sighed, "but let's go."