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Deryn Sharp sighed, wondering why Count Volger wouldn't just take the documents and leave. Not for the first time in her life, she wanted to give him a good count-sized slap to the attic.
"Volger, we've got to clear out of here!" she hissed. "Those two daft German ambassadors will be back any minute!"
"Yes, yes," Volger muttered infuriatingly, still fidgeting with the folder he'd taken the documents from. "But Alek will give us a fair warning."
"He may not have time! Those bum-rags won't notice the documents are gone for days!" she whisper-shrieked.
The count hmphed, still intent on his work. Deryn pulled her final card.
"Count. We have to leave. Doctor Barlow is counting on us."
That got his attention. Volger slowly looked up from his work, fixing her in a cold gaze. Deryn glared back defiantly, knowing she'd struck home.
"Mein Gott!" he muttered, thrusting the papers into her arms and stalking toward the door. She followed, smirking.
From the doorway, Volger motioned that it was clear to exit into the hall. The two of them crept out, shutting the door carefully behind them. Being secret agents and all, they had picked the lock unobtrusively, and so there was no trace of their presence in the hotel room. Well, except the missing papers. Dr. Barlow would be grateful to have those in the Society's hands, and Alek
Suddenly Alek burst through the hall, breathing heavily and startling Volger. Despite his mussed expedition clothes and ruffled hair from running, the sight of him brought a smile to Deryn's face. He smiled back, and Volger, over his sudden appearance, just scowled, as usual.
Alek stopped short a few feet from them, and whispered breathlessly, "They're coming up the main stairwell. I used the rear stairwell. We can escape that way."
"Now wait just a squick," Deryn said, hearing a noise from behind Alek. "What's that noise coming from the rear staircase?"
Alek and Volger paused for a second, listening.
"Voices and footsteps. Closing fast and speaking in German," Volger replied grimly.
Alek paled. "There's more? But I only saw —"
Deryn cut him off. "Never mind. We can't use either stairwell, so we'll have to improvise."
With that, she grabbed the lock pick from Volger's hand, dumped the papers in his hands, and ran over to the nearest door. She started fiddling with the lock.
"Are you mad?" cried Alek.
"No!" she retorted. "But we've got to get out of here!"
With that, she twisted the lock pick viciously, hearing a snap and a click as the door sprung open.
Volger muttered something like a prayer, or possibly a curse, but she peered in anyway.
"Empty," she reported.
"And thank God for that," Alek muttered.
"Just go!" she hissed, ushering them in and resisting the urge to slam the door shut.
Alek and Deryn let out a simultaneous breath of relief. Volger prepare to say something, but didn't when a sound reached Deryn's ears that nearly stopped her heart.
The fumbling of a key in the lock rang out clearly.
They were trapped.
Hey guys, that was supposed to be epic, sorry if I failed at that. Just FYI, Tyran is Latin for "tyrant." Curious? Read on please, and review!