I'm so dead tired for work...
...
The shuttle appeared right when and where Jon said it would. Turnball had to shrug himself awake to believe it. A mud man, right about fairy tactics? As soon as the craft landed, it took cover in the evening fog. After sitting there for two hours, He was beginning to doubt the mud man's idea when the shuttle's door opened. First out was the convict he knew as Mulch, he was under ground before Turnball could fix the cross hairs on him. With a grunt of frustration, he readied for the next. He paused seeing the next person exit.
Holly came out only when she was sure Mulch was hidden underground. She didn't want a face full of dirt waste. With a quick look around she judged they had at least three hours till sun rise. She looked to Foaly, why was waiting in the shuttle. He looked nervous, he wasn't normally on the field. She walked over and patted his shoulder.
"Calm down and just wait here, ok? We'll be done in no time." She said, with a smile.
Foaly nodded, but said nothing. With that, Holly was shielded and gone. Foaly walked to the back of the shuttle and pressed a button so the doors could close. Something beeped though, meaning an object was in the way. The object happened to be a barrel of a gun, pointed right at him.
"Holly!!" Foaly yelped, as he pressed the by-pass button and went for cover. He heard a grunt, and then a bang. Something knocked him clear back to the controls. It stung like a angry bee, and numbed the area between his shoulder blades. Foaly still wasn't used to actual physical pain, and the feeling over whelmed him. His body ordered a shut down, and he was more then willing to let it. Turn ball entered the shuttle and closed the door. It was Haven's leading smart-guy. Darn. Then it dawned on him, the weakest... Turnball quickly dragged the injured tech outside of the shuttle and towards the building. He remembered Holly's wrath when rescuing his brother before, and now he might just have the ticket to keeping the fire fairy at bay.
Mulch didn't like the taste of the ground here, too many chemicals. Film developer, he would guess if he had to. It all tasted the same after years of digesting it. He honed in on Wisher's scent which was easy mainly because her blood had leaked into the ground. He came up just behind her, so the cameras wouldn't pick him up. He had a live feed to Artemis, who could see everything through the web camera. If they wanted to keep other species under wraps, Mulch would have to get her free without being seen.
"Now what?" He hissed. "I can't get out of my hole cause of those dumb cameras."
Wisher stirred at the unformalized noise. Mulch thought fast and quickly laid a hand gently against her back.
"Shh, It's a friend. Don't move, we can't be see."
She understood and remained still. Artemis sat back and looked over the situation. Some how Mulch needed to break the chain, drag Wisher down the hole, and get out without being seen or really heard. He could take down the site as soon as Mulch was clear, but with Foaly not answering, Artemis would have to be his eyes and ears for now.
Holly on the other hand, took the job of being a decoy seriously. With lack of a better idea, she to landing on the roof. 'Going inside is now possible, but how?' She thought, but something caught her eye. Turnball had just moved Foaly into a bush near by and was taking aim at her! Her worry for her friend soon was taken over by an uncharacteristic anger. She had already lost one friend, she wouldn't be losing another so easily. Turnball didn't even have the cross hairs on her when she suddenly disappeared. He was too slow, and now he would pay for it.
Jon sat comfortably in his huge arm chair, watching the events take place from numerous hidden cameras. He was getting the show he always wanted. Mysterious creatures of all sorts, battling it out for the price, a genie. If Turnball found out that he was made into live prey, then he might try and go after Jon. Although he sat comfortably several miles away in the center of a largely populated town that loved a night life, he had a tiny voice in the back of his head telling him to worry. The female showed a sudden mood change from the roof, she must of seen Turnball. With a flicker, she was gone. Jon loved it. He loved her. He had a rare collect of live creatures in a zoo which he photographed often. Holly to him was a lovely wild creature they he must capture. On photograph paper, and in a cage. He sat forward, watching as his target reappeared behind Turnball a second later. As the tiny furry creature took a glance at the chain that bound Wisher to the floor, to the bleeding centaur half hidden in a bush. He loved it. He loved it!! He LOVED it!!
...
Sorry this one took so long. Work really knocked me down lately. Please write me a nice comment? It's taking a lot to keep writing these...