Disclaimer: I don't own Cats! Stop badgering me about it!

A/N: I know I didn't include much in the last chappie on the whole "Macavity's plan" thing, it was kinda cut short because I wanted to throw some Mistoria in there. I know there hasn't been too much lately and people were missing it, so I hope you guys liked it! Anyway, enough of my rambling, enjoy the chappie!

Elijah ran as fast as he could out of Macavity's office and to his room at the other end of the jail hall. He didn't bother acknowledging Remmy when he waved at him from his chair. He was just focused on getting to his room, and sorting this whole mess in his head out.

He slowed down once he reached the other end of the jail hall, with the door leading to his room in sight. He stepped in and slammed the door shut. Flicking the light switch on, he took a moment to calm his racing heart as he surveyed his room.

The single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling made the room look dim, illuminating very little of the small space. It cast eerie shadows on everything else, like the red brick walls, and his night table, but Elijah was used to it. He sat on his small, squeaky mattress, which was held up by a rusted metal bed stand.

He sighed and put his head in his paws. "What the hell is going on with you? You used to be impenetrable before those damn Jellicles came into your life. Now you've let your emotions take over, and look where it's gotten you. Beaten down and weak! Get a hold of yourself!"He yelled at himself in his mind.

His eyes suddenly widened as he came to a realization. "Weak...They've made me weak..."He whispered softly to himself. "Next thing you know, the henchcats will lose their respect for you and start walking all over you."He chuckled, standing up. He fastened his belt on, making the keys on it jingle.

Looking over his shoulder at his sad excuse of a night table, he noticed his dagger lying on it where he had left it the night Misto and Vicky came into the hideout. He hadn't decided to wear it since then because he thought it would scare them too much, or they would try and use it against him should they succeed to steal it. "Just in case."He thought as he picked it up and slid it into its small sheath that was also attached to his belt.

Shaking his head vigorously to get all the confounding thoughts of emotions out of it, he put his usual mask of composure on, and headed out on patrol.

Once he was out the door, the distant sound of yowling and hissing reached his ears. Pricking his ears toward the sound, he determined it was coming from the henchcats' "barracks". His tail lashed angrily as he walked swiftly down the narrow hallway in the direction of the barracks.

The sound got louder as he approached the metal double-doors that were the entrance to the area. He could hear muffled cheers and someone swearing quite profusely from the other side. Frowning, he determined this could only mean one thing: a fight had broken out. Again.

As much as he loved seeing toms beat the crap out of each other, he had to enforce the rule of no fighting. His sense of duty and responsibility took over, and he burst open the heavy doors, storming furiously inside.

"What in freaking hell is going on in here?"Elijah shouted as loud as he could, making everyone else freeze. The room was dead silent as he eyed each of the twenty-some henchcats gathered in a tight circle around something. No one dared to answer.

Letting out a vicious hiss that made all the toms jump, Elijah stalked towards the middle of the circle while the frightened henchcats parted to make way for him. What he saw in the middle of the circle didn't surprise him.

Two bloodied and bruised toms stood side by side with their heads hung in shame. He couldn't tell the colour of their coats as they were completely covered in bruises, dirt, and bleeding gashes. Circling around them, he observed their cuts and bruises while thinking of a good punishment.

"You, tell me, why were you fighting? Did you not know that there is a rule that prohibits fighting among henchcats in the hideout?"Elijah demanded, pointing to one of the toms he was circling.

The tom hesitantly looked up at him with fear in his eyes. "Y-yes, sir. We do know, but..."He softly trailed off, looking away.

"But what? Answer me!"Elijah shouted, making both toms start.

The second tom got brave, and piped up. "'Ey insulted moi mothah! Moi mothah! 'Ey deserved ta pay fo' tha', the li'le son o' a-!"His rant got cut off as Elijah slashed him across the face, leaving a couple new bloody gashes to go with his previous ones. He recoiled, hissing in pain.

"Do not speak when you were not spoken to!"Elijah yelled at him. He turned his attention towards the first tom. "So you just retaliated, is that it?" Elijah asked him, still using a harsh tone. The first tom nodded fervently in response.

Elijah didn't hesitate to slash him across the face as well, ignoring his agonized yowl as he reeled backwards a bit. "As punishment for your misbehavior, you will both be on cafeteria duty tomorrow. I want that area looking as clean as a whistle when I come and check on your work. If you do a half-assed job, you'll have to answer to my dagger."He threatened in a lower, darker tone. He tapped the hilt of the dagger he wore on his belt for emphasis.

Both toms quickly glanced down at it, and gulped, nodding their heads.

"Good. Now get back to work, all of you! There's nothing to see here!"Their commanding officer shouted, and the henchcats dispersed. They parted for Elijah as he made his way out of the barracks, while avoiding making eye contact with him.

Once the double-doors shut behind him, Elijah walked straight, down another dim, narrow corridor toward the cafeteria. The heavy wooden doors to this area were open, as it was dinner time.

The delicious aroma of roasted rodent and bird wafted from inside, making his mouth water. He realized he hadn't eaten since breakfast, so he headed to the head of the long, spacious room and grabbed a semi-clean, cracked plate. He grabbed a couple of roasted rats and made his way to a table where a bunch of loud toms sat. Despite being their second boss, he still liked to socialize with the henchcats.

They immediately noticed him and greeted him heartily. "Hey, boss! Wherever have ya been? You were like, gone for a few days and then...now you're back!"One of the toms drawled, earning a slap upside the head from one of his buddies, and a remark of "idiot..." from another one of his pals.

"Hey, hey, take it easy. He's not trying to be rude."Elijah corrected them in a calm voice. Comments of "sorry, boss" were heard from the two toms who acted up. Elijah nodded towards them and continued. "I was uhh, infiltrating enemy territory. That's why I was gone."He said, twisting his words a little. He couldn't tell them he got caught, it would ruin his reputation.

The henchcats smiled at their bosses, impressed. One tom nudged his friend saying, "I told ya so!" while he chewed on his food. Elijah quieted down and ate his food while listening to the chatter of his charges.

Finished, he left his plate and walked up and down the other aisles, making sure everything was in check. Satisfied that no trouble was brewing, he headed out and made a left at the entrance.

He slowed his pace down a bit, enjoying the quiet of this particular hallway. This was where the higher-ups like sentries and security officers had their rooms, and it was almost always silent down here. Much unlike the noise-filled barracks or cafeteria. It was uncommon to have trouble down here, besides the odd drunk officer every now and again.

Like fighting, drinking was also not allowed in the hideout. But the toms easily got around that by sneaking in bottles of beer or wine from the nearby bars. It was mostly the higher-ups, as they had the privilege of leaving the hideout whenever they wanted, unlike the henchcats. Elijah himself had gotten drunk a few times back when he was a sentry, but he smartened up when he became second-in-command, and stopped sneaking in alcohol for him and his comrades. He still liked the rare swing of booze or wine whenever he got the chance, though.

Plus, having a rowdy, drunk neighbor wasn't fun. Elijah had more than his fair share of intoxicated toms barging into his room in the middle of the night, thinking it was their room. He felt lucky he didn't have any neighbours now. As second-in-command, he got the only room other than Macavity's that was away from all the noise of the cafeteria or the other rooms. Tonight though, everything was quiet. Not a tom in sight.

He rounded the corner and walked down the corridor that had Macavity's office, as well as the healer's. He could never figure out where Macavity's room was, but he didn't want to know. He passed by said tom's office, shuddering a bit. He was still scared of what happened earlier, but he knew he would have to face his boss tomorrow, scared or not. He would just have to forget his fear and listen to what he had to say.

Walking by the healer's office and turning another corner, he found himself looking down the familiar jail hall. He picked up his pace, eager to get back to his room. All this walking and talking was taking its toll on his still-healing upper body, and he was more tired than he usually was. He just wanted to call it a night.

A different tom was on duty. He had his head on a swivel, alert for any sign of trouble. Noticing Elijah, he stood up from his chair and saluted him as he passed by. Elijah quickly returned the gesture, and kept on walking. "At least someone's doing their job..."He thought as he finally reached his room.

He opened the door and shut it behind him. Undoing his belt, he laid it on the floor at the foot of his bed. He gingerly slid the dagger out of its sheath and placed it on his night table, in his reach if he needed to use it.

Plopping himself down on his stained, squeaky mattress, he stretched himself out and let sleep overtake him. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the mattress.


Next thing he knew, he was being violently shaken awake. Surprised at the sudden movement, his eyes shot open and he instinctively reached for his dagger. He grabbed it and held it in front of his face, protecting it.

The tom that had woke him up jumped back at the sudden movement, holding his paws up in surrender. "Jeez, calm down! Mac' told meh ta wake ya up. 'E wants ta see ya."He said quickly in his thick British accent. He waited for his commander to dismiss him.

Elijah sighed in relief, putting his dagger back down. "Don't surprise me like that! Consider yourself lucky I didn't hack you to pieces! Ugh...You're dismissed. Get out."He said grouchily. He hated being woken up by someone else. He had to wonder why Macavity didn't just use his telepathy to contact him, but he shrugged it off as no big deal.

The tom nodded and ran out of the room. Elijah groaned and slowly stood up. The cramped bed didn't make it any easier to sleep comfortably during the night. He stepped over to his belt and fastened it on. He didn't bother taking his dagger, he knew he was just going to a mission briefing.

He walked out of his room and down the jail hall towards Macavity's office. He knocked softly on the wooden door and waited to receive confirmation to come in. He heard his boss say "enter" and he pushed the door open and walked inside.

Just like yesterday, Macavity was sitting at his desk, but he was staring at a large sheet of paper this time. Upon closer inspection, Elijah saw that it was a blueprint.

Macavity looked up from it and smirked. "It's the blueprint of the Jellicle Junkayard. We're planning a visit. This time, though, we're not taking any prisoners. No, we're just going to get our hands dirty, in revenge for the successful infiltration of our hideout."He chuckled quietly to himself.

Elijah scratched his head in confusion. "Sir, how did you get a blueprint of the Junkyard?"He asked, curious as to even how that thing was made. It couldn't show too much detail. The Junkyard was always changing, with new garbage coming in every week. Even Elijah knew that. Would a blueprint even be that helpful?

The Hidden Paw hissed at him, and for a second Elijah was afraid he might attack him again. But he stayed where he was. "Do not question my sources. It is none of your concern."He said menacingly. Elijah nodded and kept quiet.

His boss motioned his paw towards himself, and Elijah hesitantly stepped towards the desk. Macavity pointed to a blank section of the blueprint once he was close enough. "This is where Group Alpha, led by me, will advance from. There will be fifteen toms here. This is that field you mentioned. I will keep my toms hidden with magic, but you'll be on your own."He stated, circling the area with his claw.

He then pointed to the blank area along the right side of the junkyard. "This is where you will advance from, leading Group Beta. You will have ten toms under your command. Choose wisely. You'll need strong, agile toms for this mission. There will be fighting. Lots of it."He advised as Elijah nodded in understanding.

Macavity placed a claw on the area at the front of the junkyard, where a street was drawn. "Group Gamma will be here, with eight toms. They will be led by Alex. This is our diversion. Once they have done their job of distracting the Jellicles, we will move in on my signal. I'll contact you with telepathy once I know the time is right. Keep as silent as you can while you're moving in; do not let them see you. Surprise is our greatest asset here. Once we get into position, I'll attack first, and then you follow. We attack tonight. Questions?"He asked, looking up at Elijah.

Elijah thought for a moment, and then nodded. "Do we plan to kill or just fight? Are we going for the scare, or the message? What if we get caught?"He asked, placing a paw on his chin.

"Good questions. As much as I hate to say it, we are just fighting. I want to send a message out that we are not to be trifled with, and killing is not required for that. I just plan to give them a scare, yes. But remember to make them think they are going to be killed. Be as merciless as you can, but don't go too far. Put those acting skills of yours to good use. If we get caught before we reach our positions, just knock the cat out quietly if you can. If you can't, charge. They won't know what hit them."Macavity sneered, and rolled the blueprint up. He carefully put it on the floor, so as not to rip it.

"Oh, yes. One more thing. I'll take care of Group Gamma. Get your toms ready and brief them. We meet at midnight three blocks from the junkyard, coming from here. Be ready, and be stealthy. Dismissed."Macavity said as he saluted Elijah.

Elijah returned the salute, and went off to go round up his toms.