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The train stopped three days later and soon they stationed themselves in a small hotel near the palace. It was in the lower class district and was home to a few servants who did not live in the palace. To say he was nervous to be in his home country was an understatement. He actually found himself again, wishing he had Erik's help, for even though he could scare even the Persian at times, but in situations such as this, he did make him feel safer. Even if he'd never tell his dear friend that.
Darius had convinced him in his fearful state to shave down his typical facial hair, as to further his appearance from the hopefully long forgotten Darroga. Darius also scoped out and discovered the trap door, the only trap door not known to the Sultan, invented by Erik, was still operational and would lead straight into a bathroom on the second floor. After two nights in Persia, they started their plans, in a press for time.
Darius had followed home to staff members, who were brothers trying to support their large families. Nadir hid in the shadows of an alley near their home. The plan was simple. Darius would confront the two men, give them a hefty sum to take one day off, and be on there way. The two, eventually came forward and Darrius intercepted them. Nadir had no clue what he said, but whatever it was, it was enough to convince the two to, happily, comply with the trade. Step one down, now all they had to do was get to their room and prepare for tomorrow. Tomorrow would of course be much, much, more difficult.
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Nadir could hardly sleep. He never could the night before a mission. That was something him and Erik shared- then again the strange masked man hardly slept at all for that matter-, the night he snuck him out of Persia and all the way home, he did not sleep. Despite the bags under his small sunken eyes.
The dawn found the two crawling into the small crawl space, cleverly disguised as an old window, that was adjacent to real ones from the cellar below. inside the dark small space. They could feel the cold metal of a later pressed against the chests. "Right, I'll go first" said Nadir. He grabbed the rail and started to travel the long dark passage. It felt like an hour had passed when he reached the top, for he knew he had as his head made a nice loud thunk upon contact with the stone ceiling. "Oh Khayeh" He muttered, and then he felt for the hatch. Once he located it, he pressed his ear to the door for a moment. silence. So with that in mind, he pushed as quietly open the small hatch open, and quickly ran to the door. After closing and locking it, he lit the small lantern in the corner of the room. Darius was just coming through when they heard foot steps. Both of their breathes caught.
"Did you see last night's beheading? The executioner truly must've hated that guy, I mean who misses the neck SEVEN times?" Said a servant as they passed. Once their footsteps faded, Nadir checked to see if the cost was clear.
The hall was empty so they quickly exited. The balcony outside showed the sun was just rising, which meant they had about two hours before servants would flood the halls, coming to royalties every five minutes. So they made their way down the stairs, heart still pacing like mad.
Once they came to the first floor, and all but ran to the garden located next to the live in doctor they heard a voice. "Servants, one of you get what you need, the other please come help in the kitchen, The Sultan is planning a ball tonight, and I can barely get anything in or out because of these blasted extra Guards they hired for the occasion." Both of their hearts stopped at the words 'extra guards.'
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