Miles was acutely aware of the daggers being stared into his back as he, Isaac, and March approached the American Embassy. Despite knocking him into the pond, March was still fairly cross with him. Cecilia had told them after school to meet her that night at the embassy to talk with her Uncle. The sun had just set as they approached. The embassy was well guarded, with guards on every corner of the large wall surrounding the building. There were two guards at the entrance gate as well. As the three arrived at the gate one of the guards approached them.
"I'm sorry but the embassy is currently closed." Miles, March and Isaac shared confused glances.
"Closed?" Miles replied skeptically.
"Uh...well Yes there is um...an important meeting happening, so we aren't allowing anyone on the premises." Isaac looked at the guards on the corners of the wall, who were all carefully eyeing them. The three of them exchanged glances.
"Okay, we'll come back tomorrow." March said politely before the three of them left. As soon as they were out of sight they quickly scaled to the top of a nearby building and found one of Isaac's stashes. Isaac pulled out a telescope and he began looking through the windows of the embassy. They carefully jumped between the surrounding buildings to get a look through different windows. The embassy itself was too far away for them to simply jump from the nearest building, and that wall was too high to scale, as well as too high to see through the windows from the adjacent streets.
"They didn't make that place very easy to get into" March muttered as they moved around to get another view. Most of the windows either had their shades drawn or had no one visible from inside until Miles looked into what seemed to be a kitchen judging by the pots and pans. He swore under his breath before handing the telescope over to the others.
"We have a situation."
Earlier
"They came to you at school of all places?" Cecilia couldn't tell if Mr. Craft was dismayed or impressed. He was often hard to read, even to her.
"Yes sir." Mr. Craft stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"You don't think they know about...that do they?"
"No sir, they seemed to represent the nobilitys networks rather than the representatives of the nobility you met with." he thought in silence as Cecilia continued standing at attention.
"I wonder what they want with us then. I hope they aren't planning to enlist our aid in any war efforts considering everyone's current positions. Did this agent of theirs give any clues as to what they would ask of us?"
"No sir." Another silence.
"And what about the commonwealth spy that approached you? Did they give any hints about their agenda?"
"No sir." Mr. Craft sighed.
"Ugh... these damn brits. You're dismissed." Cecilia saluted and began walking out of the office.
"Oh and Cecilia?"
"Yes sir?"
"Remember why you're here. These nations and their special interests are none of your concern."
"I know sir." She said as she opened the door, only to find herself held at gunpoint by a man wearing a mask.
"Your mansion is too large Mr. Craft. It took me and my associates far to long to secure every room." The man spoke in a carefree voice, matching his deceptively happy mask, which sported a smile shaped mouth hole and two rectangular eye holes. As his focused switched to Cecilia's Uncle, she quickly grabbed the gun and his neck, throwing him on the ground, but just as he hit the ground, she was bashed in the back of her head by the butt of a rifle.
Later
"Ugh why can't all of your stashes carry all of our gear! We've wasted far too much time!" Isaac said as he fitted his last knife in place on his belt. The trio had to run to several different stashes in order to accumulate their full sets of gear.
"I can't leave everything in there, what if some random kid finds them?" Miles shot back.
"Enough you two. We still need a plan. We can't scale that wall, and it's too far to jump from one of the roofs."
"We may not be able to scale it but we can probably get over it with some rope. The problem is the guards" They all thought for a moment before Isaac chuckled.
"Think it's time to try out one of Flasks newest concoctions."
Samuel hated sitting outside playing guard. He had been told the mission could take some time but this was getting ridiculous. Hopefully they could get what they need and leave soon. He didn't join to just stand at attention as a fake guard, and it didn't help that his outfit was way too tight. Out of nowhere, he felt a small prick on his neck. He felt around the area and pulled out a small needle. Almost immediately, he began to feel lightheaded, and fell to the ground. He heard the guards at the other corners rush over. As they were standing over him, unsure what to do, he could clearly see three kids come out of an alley, silently hurl a hooked rope over the wall, and climb over before any of the other guards turned around. Samuel tried to speak, but couldn't move a muscle, losing consciousness soon after.
Miles fell on a rather unforgiving pile of rose bushes, then Isaac and March fell on him. Luckily the courtyard was clear, because their entrance was everything but inconspicuous.
"Ow..." Miles whimpered.
"Looks like they don't have enough men to cover the inner courtyards." Isaac said as they looked around.
"Which is good for us. Nothing to get in the way." March replied, a hint of anticipation in her voice.
"Will you two get off of me?!" Miles hissed as he pushed them off.