Rolling along...
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Turnball felt his gut heave in his sleep. He knew it was the prison food. His mind had been set on revenge, that alone fueling his life. What he felt next surprised him though. Something small and fuzzy was poking him right in the eye! He grunted and sat up. Wisher rolled off his chest, trailing her chain behind him. He was inside some sort of new cell. It stunk of blood though.
"Ah, he's awake. Wisher, check him for me. Do a good job, ticket." A human voice said, from a speaker system. Turnball could see the camera.
Wisher took a step towards Turnball, in turn stood and patted himself clean. She didn't want to go near him, she knew what she had done. He was in fact several decades younger now, and had some of his magic back. The price of being so weary, a wish turns into more then what you bargained for. He flecked his arms, feeling his youth's power. Wisher had retreated to her corner, looking at the camera, one name leaping into her scared mind. "A...Artemis!!" She yelped loudly, and Turnball looked at her with surprise and anger.
The boy nearly leapt from his chair. He had a second screen set up to watch over her, but he never expected to hear his name be called. He ran and looked, and swallowed hard. Turnball had the Root look to him. Artemis had read his file in his spare time. Holly was going to spit fire when she saw this. Turnball had began to yell at Wisher, he looked to kick her, but then looked back at the camera and grinned wide. This small clip was what Holly would see when she woke.
Foaly lifted his head groggily from the pillow. He hadn't had such good sleep like that in months. He got his head up enough and saw where he was. Holly's apartment. With a grunt of effort, he stood up and stretched. Great, Holly wasn't up yet. Now who could he chatter to about what he saw. ... Artemis! The mud boy who was always there.
Holly woke soon after Foaly had left. She picked up his note and understood. Foaly needed to chat with Artemis, so she was surprised when she got the call to go meet them.
Wisher was laying on her side now. The screen showed a new trickle of blood coming from her neck. Holly wouldn't really watch, but she knew Turnball was back. Their time was now cut short. Foaly had decided to not tell Trouble, cause if they did, then they would all be in trouble. Turnball in question had left the camera's view. Wisher was striving for each breath, seemingly so far away and helpless on the screen.
"Maybe if we do a sweep of the area where the video is coming in from, we can pinpoint where they are, snatch Wisher, and be out before Turnball or the human sees." said Mulch, who had now joined the party. "Then alert Trouble?"
"Your forgetting the huge chain that is holding our target there. Besides, I don't think she could take a trip under ground with you." Foaly said, locating the video feeds home.
"Maybe Mulch could dig her out and hand her to me, and I fly her home." Holly said.
"Yes, but your all forgetting the human and Turnball. Now that the poor creature has said my name, it's no doubt they are expecting us." Artemis said.
"Artemis, Turnball Root has been in prison. How could he know of you?" Holly said, looking to Mulch.
"Captain... Everyone knows Artemis down here now." Mulch said, with a molar to molar grin.
"Great." she muttered, just great...
Their final plan seemed simple. Turnball knew Holly, so she would distract him and the human. Mulch would dig a hole to free Wisher and then hand her off to Artemis. The next part, Foaly didn't like. He would have to piloting a shuttle for their quick invisible get away. Personally.
"Can't we just have some one else-" Foaly began but was cut off.
"Foaly, we're on 'vacation' right now for our sleep. I don't think Trouble would really like it if he heard what we were really up to." Holly said, giving him a look.
Foaly sighed and allowed them to continue planning. For some odd reason, he felt edgy about going above ground on the day of the plan...
Turnball held the weapon in his hands, looking up at the human before him. Jon was a large man, and wide. For a moment he wondered how they could make a suit for someone of Jon's girth. He let that thought slip away, as he focused on the job at hand. According to Jon the genie that summoned him could just as easily send him right back, and in worse condition. Turnball shrugged the bag over his shoulder and thought to just play along for now. After all, it wasn't every day one could go fairy hunting.
"Make sure you pick off the weak first, they will slow down the party even further. Just like a heard of dear. The wolfs take down the weak first, and the rest have to wait for them." Jon said, with a nasty grin. As a nature photographer, he took sick pleasure in watching animals be hunted and eventually killed. Turnball was reminded of Julius hunting him, his own brother. Although a mad man he was, time in prison did leave a hole inside him when he heard of his brother's demise.
"Now go, I will be the bait." Jon said, still with his sick grin. "Take out as many as you can, we can't let them steal Ticket."
"Oh course now, mud man. There would be no fun to the hunt if they did." Turnball said, and went to his specific location to wait. Any who did cross his views wouldn't have time to think twice about it.
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and on and on... Turnball in wait, the rescue team is on the way, why hasn't wisher woken, and why is Foaly so twitchy? Wait, he always is... never mind!
