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I have no excuse for why it's taking me so very long to work on my stories. I just haven't been up to writing at all. I've been watching Bleach and Spice and Wolf for days on end. So I'm sorry, anyway, I'm going to try and write this chapter, please forgive any improbabilities in this rescue, I mean, I don't really care if people have a problem with my work, but I digress. Please enjoy my campy and overdramatic rescue mission.

In order to attack the rebel cell to the best of their advantage, Conrart and his men had devised a plan:

First, they would attack after dusk when many of the men had already left to hit the town bars and brothels.

Second, they would wait until the shift switch and incapacitate the ten guards before they could warn anyone of intruders.

Third, they would sneak in and pray to Shinou that they didn't get caught.

Fourth, they would save Yozak.

Fifth, they would get out without taking on any casualties.

Conrart knew that the third and fifth parts of the plan were extremely unlikely to work out, and a niggling doubt in the back of his mind suggested that the fourth part would fail as well, but he had to shut that thought down before it impeded on his self control and sent him running in and killing everyone in the building.

He was only taking fourteen of his men into the building. The other six were waiting for them to return with the horses ready in case they had to make a run for it…which they probably would.

He divided the men into five groups of three. One group for each of the three entrances into the building and two groups for the guards who stood in the wood on the east side of the building, which didn't have an entrance and the guards posted and they would be in the woods to the north. Those groups would actually merge. He knew that that group had already incapacitated the guard out there and were waiting with the north entrance group to take out the three guards that would four guards that would come out of it. The three in the eastern forest group had incapacitated their guard as well and were now keeping watch in case any men from town returned early. His group included Evrard and Viktor taking out the west entrance guards. He was determined to take his guards down no matter what and his men felt the same way. But now what he had to do was wait and hope none of the groups failed. He had planned it to be three on two but he worried nonetheless.

Now…

As the guard replacement stepped out and shut the door, he sprang forward with his two men and engaged the completely unprepared enemy. He struck the first man on the head with the hilt of his sword, felling him instantly. The next man was a rock…a rock with some massive fists. He clocked Viktor, knocking him for a loop before Evrard shrieked in anger and his sword flew out, slitting the massive man's throat. He slumped to the ground.

Conrart went to Viktor's side as the man shoved himself up, shaking his head and blinking his wide green eyes. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah," he murmured. "I'm fine." He looked past Conrart to see Evrard. "I'm fine." Conrart looked back at the other soldier to see the man frozen, blood dripping from his blade. He was suddenly on his knees, sword in the grass, and wrapping his arms around Viktor. "Are you sure you're alright?" he whispered.

Conrart raised an eyebrow, jealousy stabbing at his heart, as the dizzy man hugged Evrard back. "Men, we have a job to do."

"Yes sir," Viktor replied. "Get off, Evrard, I'm fine, really."

Here was wear things got tricky. One of them was to stay behind to clear away the guards, either tying them up or hiding the bodies. "Viktor, can you get up?"

"Yes sir." He pushed himself to his feet and shook off his dizziness—and his lover.

"Good, Evrard, you're with me."

"Yes sir," he replied, snapping back to attention. He did keep his eyes on Viktor though, making sure he was standing alright.

"Let's go then." Conrart turned to the door and pulled it open. He went in and Evrard followed him.

…

Yozak had officially decided that this was the end. He could not go on any longer, and in all honesty, he wasn't even sure why he had survived this long. He mused for a moment that these people were truly desperate for information to be keeping a guy who was refusing to talk to them alive for so many weeks.

Somewhere deep in his mind he was aware that someone was talking to him…or possibly just near him, but he couldn't make out the voice. Did this mean that they were still trying to get information? Well, it was pretty useless. He couldn't hear any questions and if they were beating him then he couldn't feel it anymore. How much longer until he could die and spend eternity dreaming of the feel of Conrart beneath him?

And then a loud, terrified voice cut straight through the dull haze, snapping him to almost awareness.

"YOZAK!"

And Cliffhanger…that's enough for now…I'm totally blocked and going to bed. Night night everybody…oh and please review before you go to bed:) even if it is just to curse me out for a cliffie.