Arthur shrugged out of his patched jacket, tossing it over a chair.
"Leon said you found a way in," he said, skipping the pleasantries.
A wizened man looked up from the map spread across the table.
"Not to the man himself," he replied. "Cenred is too well protected. But last month's attack weakened the supports on a door in the northern wall. Our scouts say they look solid enough to be overlooked by Cenred's men, but are unlikely to hold if challenged."
Arthur frowned. "That doesn't give me access to much of the base, Gaius. If I'm not aiming for the leader, then who's the target?"
Gaius turned a cold, satisfied gaze to him.
"That wing includes the quarters of Cenred's lover, the Iron Maiden."
Arthur curled a hand around his gun.
A/N: Back to the present, next. Do forgive the cliche name. It fit too well to ignore.