A/N: Hey! Alex here. This is all Perry's fault. Blame him. And also, I have something to confess... *cringes* I only have the Pocket Edition of Minecraft. Wait! Don't leave yet! I've done a load of research (best research I've ever done, I'm telling you) so hopefully it should all be accurate. Monsters and all that will appear later on. Please leave a review, it would be nice :)
Disclaimer: We don't know who owns Minecraft, but it ain't us.
Pavilion
By Alex and Perry
Prologue
The phone rang. A hand decorated in half the world's precious gems picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Is it set?"
"Yes."
"Are they told?"
"Not yet."
"Then do it. We haven't got much time."
A finger snaked around the phone's spiralling cord irritably. The speaker paused deliberately. After all, he had all the time in the world, and he would rush for no-one.
"I've told them at this end," the voice informed him against his silence. "When are you going to do yours?"
"When I am," he retorted childishly, an edge to his voice. "How did they take it?"
"Crushed. Poor bastards."
The speaker's greying lip curled slightly. "I would expect them to be," he said softly in a way that could send shivers up the spines of children. Suddenly his hand thudded onto the table, clenched. "They have no idea how important they are."
"Poor bastards," the voice just said again.
The speaker glanced at his watch. "The tutor's coming. We're working closely…"
"Does he suspect you?" the voice said sharply.
No.
"No."
He couldn't.
"He can't."
If he did, this whole thing would be futile.
"If he does—"
"This whole fiasco goes down the drain, yeah, I get it. Look, make sure you tell them tonight. The press conference is tomorrow, and frankly, we haven't got time to waste."
Before the ringing of the dialling tone filled his ears, the speaker could have sworn he actually heard the phone slam. Slowly, he dropped the receiver at his end, just as there was a knock on the door.
A man in his thirties poked his head around. "Excuse me, sir, are you ready?"
He aimed a serene smile at him, pushed a folder into a drawer under his desk and twisted and removed the key, pinning it to a thread inside his jacket. For a brief second he let his eyes fall to the drawer and his smile slipped slightly.
It was a typical metal filing cabinet drawer, of course it was. A man like him would have about thirty in his office alone. Like every other age-old drawer in this room, the ink on the standard piece of tape labelling it had long since faded, but if anyone were to lean down and examine it more closely, they may have been able to make out faint blue lines on the fluffy yellow card… just about forming a single word.
He had been aiming towards this word for a very long time now. And now it was becoming a reality.
PAVILION
The speaker straightened his tie, and shut the door on his way out.