Mission: Impossible?
Alena, Allen, Sgt. Fernsaarin, and Folken made their way through out the night sky, flying towards Zaibach. Alena was stronger than Allen thought; she had managed to carry the 290-pound leopard-man all this way. And she wasn't the least bit tired, even while carrying her equipment and Sgt. Fernsaarin's.
Folken was another story. While Folken was a strong individual, Allen was afraid his mechanical arm would break off and send Allen to his death. But the arm held. Even with Allen's equipment and Folken's.
They flew high over everything, except when they got to Zaibach.
With Folken's knowledge of the area, they could find their way. With Sgt. Fernsaarin's status, they had the access. With Allen's swordsmanship, they could bruise their way through sticky situations. With Alena's psychic powers, it would be straightforward.
Alena maintained psychic communication within the group, so that they could synchronize their plans flawlessly and effortlessly.
They found General Jhourin's office, and spoke with her secretary.
"I don't know where General Jhourin is."
Alena began scanning the room for stray thoughts.
I can't believe Fernsaarin said those things. I love those two more than anything in the world.
We need to find Naria so I can finally tell her how I feel.
I have to stop looking at Alena's backside…
If I remember correctly, General Jhourin is visiting her new prisoner in the East Prison in cell B-4.
Bingo, Alena thought to herself.
"Well, tell her that her family is concerned about her," Folken said.
"I'll do that."
The four left the office. Alena told them her findings and they headed for the East Prison.
"East Prison is the worst, most terrible place anyone would go to in Zaibach," Folken said. "Anyone who is not put to death is sent there as maximum punishment."
They reached the prison, and Alena pulled out two sets of handcuffs.
She handed them to Sgt. Fernsaarin.
"I really don't think now is the time for kinky sex games," Allen said.
Alena remained serious.
"Allen, just cool it and listen up. Sgt. Fernsaarin is going to drag you and Folken into the prison. I'll sneak in with both your swords and my sword."
"What about Naria's wheel-lock pistol?"
"I'll handle that. You create a distraction while I sneak in. I'll psychically paralyze her so you three can restrain her while I enter Naria's mind. Once I'm in there, Naria won't be a problem."
"What about the guards?"
"That's up to you three."
Sgt. Fernsaarin slapped the handcuffs on the two other men as Alena gathered up Allen and Folken's swords.
Alena began to move stealthily away from the group.
"Alena?"
"Yes, Allen?"
"I want to be at our wedding, not your funeral."
"I'll take care of myself."
"Me, too."
Alena went away, and the four men made it to a garage where there were wagons.
In about fifteen minutes, Sgt. Fernsaarin had managed to get a wagon and two horses to drive it. They made their way to the front of the prison. The guards at the front gate stopped them.
"What do you have there, sir?"
"Sgt. Kerakera Fernsaarin of the Armored Leopards. I captured these two snooping around General Jhourin's office. I need to put them here until they can stand trial."
"The usual Cell-Block B?"
"Yes."
"I'll send a message to them."
"There is no need, Officer. I've already arranged it."
"Alright. Then go right in."
They went through several hallways, all of which looked the same. The men in the cells hooted and hollered at the two handsome, handcuffed men.
"Hey, blondie! I bet I could handle your 'sword' better then you!"
"That's a nice ass, Fanel! Maybe you'd like it if I gave it a vicious pounding!"
"Forget them, you two," Sgt. Fernsaarin said. "Remember why you're here."
Eventually they got to the door outside Cell-Block B, and Naria's voice could be heard.
"Can you all hear me, guys?"
"Who said that?" Sgt. Fernsaarin whispered.
"It's me, Alena," the voice in their heads said. "When you want to talk to me, just think out your thoughts really loud. Doing this is a lot faster than talking, and a lot less conspicuous."
"Where are you, Alena?"
"On the other side of this door."
The looked through the bars, and saw no one.
"There's no one there!"
"That's because I have psychically tricked your minds into thinking that there is no one here. Ask for the guard to let you in. I'll take care of the guard."
"Officer, could you let me in? I've got two prisoners here in need of a cell."
An officer came up to the door and opened it.
They were thankful that it wasn't Naria. At least something was going well.
"Who is it? Looks like Folken Fanel and Allen Schezar VII."
"Yeah. They were snooping around General Jhourin's office."
"Bring 'em in."
The leopard-man brought the two 'prisoners' in and they shut the door behind them.
The guard grunted as he seemed to be hit in the face with something and fell backwards onto the ground, and he seemed to be dead.
Alena appeared out of nowhere in front of them and pulled out Allen and Folken's sheathed swords. Sgt. Fernsaarin unlocked their handcuffs, and Alena handed them their swords. Folken pulled out something like Naria's wheel-lock pistol, but it was much more advanced.
Folken checked his firearm.
"Zaibach's not the only one with advanced technology," he whispered. "This gun fires six shots before needing to be reloaded."
"We aren't trying to kill Naria here, Folken," Sgt. Fernsaarin said.
"Who said this was for Naria? You never can be too careful."
"Right," Alena said. "Ready?"
"Not really. But if we don't do this it may be too late."
They began walking down the hall, and Alena disappeared again.
"I'm right here with you," the voice in their heads said. "Don't worry so much."
They continued to walk, and then they got to the fourth cell, and they looked through the window in the door. There, they saw a civil General Jhourin talking to a depressed, worn Eriya that was fastened to the wall, naked.
"Let me do this."
Sgt. Fernsaarin drew his sword, knocked off the locked doorknob, and then kicked the door in with his massive leg.
The four rushed in, and they began the confrontation.
"Hang on to your codpieces," Alena's voice in their head said. "This could get ugly."