You've just gotta hate exams and anime, three weeks it took me to write this chapter! Threeeee weeks. It's not even that long anyway. It wouldn't be so bad if there weren't so many episodes of Naruto for me to catch up on, I'm still about 550 episodes of Naruto behind X(.
BTW, this is written in third person, (well kind of), but the naming in it is what would be done in first person, but there is a reason behind this.
Chapter nine; Another one? The other personality and a 'trap'
Raymond stood in the doorway of the cramped office room, a tray containing a cup of Earl Grey Tea and a plate with several custard creams on it, clutched in his hands and lower arms. The four walls of the room were laden with books, it was the 'Master's' office after all. They were all archaeology books, enormous thick ones too. Books like Rutledge's history of archaeology volume 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 10, all of them over 800 pages long each, and many, many others, hundreds of the in fact, all stacked up on the wall like seats in a football (soccer if you like) stadium on the wall. Descole had read them all, one by one but at an alarming pace; thanks to his intelligence, and being fast minded. It was how he did things in his career of revenge and hatred towards Targent.
"Thank you Raymond." Descole said, as Raymond placed the tray on Descole's desk and began to off lead the cup, saucer and biscuits. Descole was reading the London times which he had gotten specially delivered to him from their printing office in the city, all the way to Froenburg by jet then helicopter.
'Bronev dead, but Targent fight on for their 'cause'' the headline read on the front page.
"You're welcome master." Raymond replied to his grateful master who immediately began sipping on his tea. His passion and love for tea was just as great as his biological brother's love for tea.
It seemed like Raymond had always been the loyal servant to Descole; his master. For nearly 30 years, wherever Descole went, Raymond followed.
At the start of the 30 years, he was looking for work, because he had been working at the grand manor house, on an estate not far from the Bronev household. But the Widowed Duchess who he had served had recently passed away, so he was left unemployed, with nobody to serve, and no home.
So, it was most definitely a stroke of luck when he received a letter from young Hershel 'Desmond' Bronev, asking for his help after his parents had left town to work for Targent, and his little brother had been adopted by foster parents, the Laytons.
The clunking of the Master placing his empty cup back on the saucer on the desk bough Raymond back to his senses of the here and now. The Master had finished his biscuits too so Raymond took the tray and its contents away to be cleaned. We waked out of the office, the grand wooden doors at the other end of the room opened automatically as he approached them. The master always had the latest technology in his headquarters.
Several minutes later, Raymond returned to help clean the office, under the master's orders. When he was halfway through cleaning, the Master began to speak.
"Raymond, I have figured out what we shall do in the next stage of our plan."
"Yes of course Master." Raymond replied.
"Targent, despite the death of their leader are still a major military force in the archaeological world. Well actually they are the only military force in the Archaeological world as there is no on in the archaeological world that are brutes like them. But we still need to find a way to destroy them completely, making it impossible for them to ever return. I want anyone who ever worked with or supported Bronev to driven into the dirt." Descole said, with his voice increasing in volume and bitterness as he spoke
"Of course Master, how shall we start?" Raymond replied. "How should it begin?"
"Yess." Descole started, like a snake who had just spotted a rat. "I would like you to take the Azran stone from the girl's heart, and use it in a trap sometime in the next month. Of course, the word is amongst the police, and Targent, that I am dead; killed in the collapse of the sanctuary. I would not like them to know of my existence just yet, thus you shall carry out this task not I, Raymond."
"Yes Master. It sound like a farm logic to me. But what shall you be doing in the meantime?"
"Well I shall be continuing my work as that 'other' personality of mine. It should be quite easy for me as over the years, I have posed as numerous people, so this shall be somewhat a drag for me, but easy if I fool them. They shall never suspect a thing after what they've been through."
"Very well Master. However, what is this trap you want me to create for Targent?" Raymond asked politely, as he always did.
"I want you to plant that stone from the girl's body in another cave, not far from here, but it is a separate cave to the one that once led to the sanctuary, make sure you are not spotted entering the cave.
After planting it Raymond, you must make sure that you are not spotted leaving the cave by anyone, especially Targent, thus you should do it at night.
Wait until the following day to go back to the cave, but make sure that this time you are spotted going into this cave; use these flares if you need to," Descole said, leaning forwards and down to his desk to pull open a drawer, and took out a pair of flares, both in bright pink plastic casing. He handed them to Raymond.
"But otherwise, try and spread gossip around town about the possible discovery to help raise the alarm. I want Targent to think they can come in and snatch this mock discovery of ours right from us, they'll fall for it. Because every single clumsy oaf that works for Targent has no common sense what so ever.
I shall enjoy watching them meet their cruel, but much deserved fate. Heh."
Sadly it might be a while again for chapter ten, I have 4 exams left over the next 2 weeks. After that, I promise soundly, that there will be more regular updates to this fic. And there will be a time when there are more Luke-Aurora moments that some people have been requesting.
Bye for now.
