A/N: I know I'm probably out of character, but whatever. I don't see Kevin appearing in this fic either, so sorry Gwevinites. Anywho, enjoy.

"I guess Forever Knight training isn't what it used to be," Ben quipped to the man attacking him. Sir Halliday growled in response as he began a series of complicated sword strokes aimed at Ben, each a killer. But Ben had fought the knights too many times and was not even mildly concerned. He simply dodged and ducked and hit and kicked as the opportunities came, and it was a bruised and bloody man the fell to his knees in exhaustion and pain.

Ben felt Gwen's presence behind him as he hauled the man to his feet and pressed his throat to the castle wall. "Now, maybe you'll feel like telling us where you're hiding the Fareway guns," he said, his voice deceptively easy. The Fareway guns were something the Plumbers could not merely ignore as they did the laser lances. Created to kill a species whose bodies were harder than even Crystalsapiens', they had the potential to levy armies.

"You'll never make me talk, wretch," Halliday spat, his body language and eyes steeled to the hero. Perhaps a handsome man at some point, his face was cut and bloody, and his medium build body shook with weariness and the after effects of adrenaline. Ben had relieved him of his helmet, and his dirty blonde hair was matted to his head with sweat, or perhaps as an effect of the helmet itself.

Ben smiled, knowing that that alone was more fearsome than any threat of pain. "You think we're waiting for you to decide? Don't be stupid," he mocked. "Either you tell us where the weapons are, or my cousin here," he gestured at his waiting cousin, whose expression was far more stern, "can take the knowledge from you. Your choice."

Indecision shown in Halliday's eyes. Gwen was foreign, but known as a formidable magician and regarded with awe and fear among the organization. What talents she might hold were beyond his guess, but he supposed the process of discovering the location of the guns was not going to be pleasant.

"Whatever," Ben said airily, moving to the side to give Gwen a better vantage point. She began to walk forward to the knight, a ball of light forming in her right hand. She began to move it to press against the knight's forehead when he cracked.

"All right, all right, all right," Halliday babbled, panicked. "I'll tell you. The Fareway guns," he began, but hesitated slightly as years of discipline reasserted themselves. What he was doing was no less than treason, and he was sure word would reach his commanders. His future was precarious as it was, and this might be enough to send him off the edge.

But Gwen pressed forward and there was no going back for Halliday. "The Fareway guns were transported this morning to Extanton. They should arrive on the morrow at the Watergate warehouse."

"Thanks," Ben said, letting the defeated man drop to his knees, his eyes fixed emptily on the floor. He sauntered out of the castle, Gwen on his heels. "I'll let them know you said hi," he added as he left through the gates.

The two cousins got into Ben's car and began to drive south toward Exeter.

"I'll take the information from you?" Gwen said skeptically.

"I couldn't let him know the watch had timed out," Ben retorted easily. "Beside, you've got quite a reputation among the knights. It wouldn't hurt to play on it sometimes."

"When did you become so devious?" Gwen asked, regarding Ben with a tired smile.

"When I learned how much fun it could be," Ben answered her, a mischievous edge to his grin. "If you take our jobs too seriously, you'll probably go insane," he added. Gwen nodded assent, for it was a demanding life they lived.

"I guess. Anyway, I'm gonna take a nap."

"'Kay. I'll wake you up when we get there."

Gwen promptly fell asleep, jet lag catching up with her, and Ben turned the radio on low. The English countryside was pleasant, and it was an easy drive for Ben. But the drive wasn't the problem.