No excuse, so I'll cut out all the crap of "Sorry for not updating" I just had no idea what to write. But I have a plain now. This is for all the people who have added me to story lists favourite author etc. You've made me get back into writing

Sorry to all the people who reviewed at the start. I owe a huge apology to you all. And all I can do is hope you forgive me and carry on reading.

Claude sighed in relief as the jailer made a hasty exit from the dungeon. Mustering all the confidence he could he turned back around to face the venomous glares that were being thrown at him. There was silence for a moment, as either side did not know what to say. Well, Claude did not know quite what to say, while he was pretty sure that the men facing him had the complete opposite problem. They simple did not know what insult to throw at him first.

Gathering all his courage he stepped forward towards the cell. He pulled out a set of keys and headed towards the cell containing the woman, the leader and the manservant. According to Djaq, he would be best releasing them first, of all the people they would be the most likely to listen to him. Personally, he felt it would be best to release the lady first, after already meeting her she would surely be the most understanding.

"We don't have much time my Lady," he spoke quietly as he approached her, gaining a little confidence as he saw the woman put a had on the man's chest in order to tell him to back off.

"Here," he said gesturing for her to give him the chains that she was in order for him to undo them, "I'll get you out of here and then Djaq-" he was cut short by the hard hit he had received to the face.

"Don't you mention her name!" she snarled, angered by the man in front of her. "If you think I am going anywhere with you, the you are grossly mistaken!"

Claude quickly stepped back out of range of the bars once again.

"Ow! She was right! Looks can be deceiving!" he said rubbing his cheek. He was starting to get annoyed with these people. Did they really think so little of him?

Claude paused for a moment and decided to try a different tactic.

Meanwhile Djaq paced slowly up and down the room. She stopped as she heard rapid footsteps approaching. Showtime!

She stepped swiftly behind the door as it was hurriedly thrown open. Standing in the doorway was a greasy heavily panting man. She could see his eyes search wildly for the object he had been promised. Feeling slightly disgusted, she stepped out from behind the door and swung the candlestick round. She smiled rather pleased with her self as she heard a loud thwack and saw the man crumple to the ground. Now all she needed to do was secure the gold. Hastily grabbing the man's keys and sword she swiftly exited the room.

"Djaq sent me! I am trying to help you. Look!" Claude stated as he held up the keys. For the past ten minutes he had been talking, begging to the outlaws to make them listen to him. He did not dare to approach either of the cells without some sort of understanding or promise from them. The dark glares and hateful comments were all the proof he needed to realise these people would not think twice about ripping him to shreds. Claude tried again, knowing that time was slowly slipping by, and if they did not work with him soon, then they could kiss goodbye to their chance of escape. Talking softly as if trying to coax an wound up animal into relaxation, he tried again.

"I promise you, I promise you my friends. I wish to help you. Djaq and I only want to help you. We are going to get you out of here. This is a rescue. We are going to help you escape."

Now more then ever all Will wanted to do was to shove a knife through this mans chest. He could barely stand to listen to the words that came out of his mouth. Every time he mentioned her name, a wave of pain ripped through him. A wave of anger, hurt and a wave of disappointment. A wave that told him how he had failed her.

Robin stood there silently. He couldn't work out what on earth this man was doing. Did he simply offer to help just to laugh at them when they finally accepted? Or was it to make them beg for forgiveness? Could this man really be so cruel? If he was anything like the sheriff, Robin thought this would be entirely possible. Still, it posed a good opportunity for an escape attempt. And any chance is a good chance.

"Okay," Robin said quietly, "I believe you."

Djaq sighed and rolled her shoulders to get rid of the pain as she finished putting the chest of gold into the secure hiding place near the kitchen by the west gate. Listening carefully to make sure she was alone, she carefully and quickly made her way back towards the dungeons.

Claude grinned in relief at the fact that now the leader of the outlaws was on his side. Surely now the others would follow their leader. The man silenced the others protests and nodded to him. Far too relieved to be cautious he leaped towards the door, opened it and began to undo the chains of the leader and his manservant. Before he knew what was happening, he head hit the stone wall and he felt the cold of metal at his throat.

It's short I know. But I thought I better post something. I will try to update soon as I can. But I know that counts for very little