The usual disclaimers. The story is mine. The characters are not. The characters belong to Top cow and TNT as do all their toys, accessories and appliances, including the Witchblade.
000~I've actually revised the first part of the last part of the previous chapter. I hope it clarifies as to what is happening within the sect. I'm not sure if it's essential to understanding this chapter, but it may be, I have a habit of leaving things out or concealed.~000
*words typed within asterisks signify thoughts*
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Tenebrous
chapter 13
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Sara's apartment
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Ian Nottingham had heard slight rustling coming from Sara's bedroom. He was about to use the fact that Sara had woken the young artifact dealer as a diversion when he heard the window being opened. Both of them turned as Gabriel poked his head outside.
His sleepy countenance made them both feel a bit guilty. "Um, Guys? While I appreciate your... protection," he offered, gesturing apostrophe marks with his fingers on the protection part of the statement. Ian shot Sara a snide look before Gabriel continued. "I was wondering if you could keep the bickering down. You sound like an old married couple," he added, before yawning widely and retreating back into the room.
Sara gaped at Gabriel's description and was about to retort indignantly when Nottingham suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into the darkness. She was confused until she saw the car driving by below.
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When Brother Wickel turned their vehicle onto another street, Brother Nolan beheld the boisterous crooner. His ballad was ceased abruptly by something assailing him from above. Brother Nolan spotted the singer's attacker on the fire escape.
As their vehicle approached, the two brothers could hear the assailant arguing with someone in the shadows. It was then that Brother Nolan's sharp eyes espied the bracelet on her wrist. He subtly nudged Brother Wickel. Brother Wickel surreptitiously flicked his gaze to the fire escape just as Gabriel Bowman's face appeared at a nearby window.
Driving a few blocks past the scene, Brother Wickel turned into an alley and stopped the car at the opposite entrance. He pulled out his cell phone and paused before choosing a speed dial button. "Magistrate Banol," he addressed before continuing. "We've located the target."
Brother Nolan was a bit perplexed. "Shouldn't you be alerting the Prime Consul?"
Brother Wickel shot him a silencing glare before continuing his conversation. "Both the assassin and the Wielder are guarding him," he reported. There was a long pause as he listened to his instructions.
Brother Nolan wondered if there hadn't been a change in plans or a coup of sorts. This was not the usual procedure. Usually they would contact the Prime Consul or one of his attendants on important matters. The Prime consul would definitely be interested in them spotting the unmistakable woman wearing the blade. He didn't get a chance to ask about his Brother's decision, as Brother Wickel ended the call and immediately gave him instructions.
"Take the surveillance equipment and find a discreet place from which to monitor the apartment that Gabriel Bowman is in. I want constant and detailed reports sent to Magistrate Banol's attendant, Brother Pedious," Brother Wickel commanded.
Brother Nolan paled at the idea of reporting to Brother Pedious. Magistrate Banol was intimidating but his assistant was utterly vile. Nolan did not like the sinister way Brother Pedious' lurid gaze scrutinized him and the other Brothers. Nor did he appreciate his eerie, sibilant voice. He loathed the idea of any contact with the man.
Not giving Brother Nolan a chance to argue, Brother Wickel handed him a bag and ordered him not to be seen. Clandestine maneuvers were one of Brother Nolan's strong points, being one of the reasons why he was chosen for this mission. Brother Wickel watched the agent slip into the shadows before driving back to headquarters. No doubt the assassin was now alert and he didn't want to arouse his suspicions by staying in the area.
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Ian watched as the car disappeared from view, furious with himself for allowing his emotions to distract him from his duty. There was no way to tell if the two men inside the Pinto were Sufult or just harmless civilians, taunting other drivers with the vehicle's explosive rear. Regardless, It was time to get the Wielder inside.
Scanning the area once more, the assassin urged Sara back into her apartment. "We must get you out of sight, Sara."
Sara complied but thought Nottingham was overreacting. "I highly doubt the Sufult would send spies driving around in a Pinto," Sara complained. "They supposedly blow up if you even tap the bumper. Only crazies and people with a death wish would drive those things."
Nottingham raised an eyebrow at Sara. "And you think they are neither?" he queried. "The Sufult are clever and fanatical, Sara, it would not surprise me if they drove such a vehicle to throw me off, to appear harmless," Ian stated. "You've driven unmarked cars before, it is much the same."
Sara eyed him worriedly, thinking he was ridiculously paranoid. She'd drove unmarked cars aplenty when undercover, but would seriously blanch at a Pinto. "Um, okay, Nottingham. You keep an eye out for suspicious Pinto's, I'm going to see if I can get Gabriel to eat something," Sara stated wryly before picking up the phone.
The assassin was at her side in a second, pressing the disconnect button. "What are you doing?" he demanded.
"I'm calling for delivery," Sara replied, a bit thrown by the alarm in Nottingham's tone.
The assassin was exasperated. "This is not the time to invite strangers into your home, Sara Pezzini. Nor is it a good idea to accept food that could be drugged or poisoned."
"I think you are being a bit paranoid, Nottingham," Sara stated, annoyed by the assassin's seemingly overcautious capers.
"And I think you know very little about the Sufult," Ian rejoined.
Sighing in resignation, Sara headed for the kitchen.
After staring into her fridge for several minutes, Sara grudgingly admitted Nottingham was right about her food supplies. *How did Nottingham guess that she had pizza in the fridge, let alone that it was stale?* The pizza 'had' gone stale and considering condiments weren't exactly power foods, she was at a loss. Checking her cupboards, she found she had cereal but no milk. She had a few things that would go well on toast, but no bread. Finding a box of crackers and a half-eaten candy bar, she decided to make do with what she had. She poured some dry cereal into a bowl and began preparing crackers with whatever edible spreads she could find.
While Sara was busying herself in the kitchen, the assassin pushed a button on the small box he had hidden in Sara's apartment. He had placed it there shortly after Gabriel had acquired the Tome, as a precaution. Once the device was activated, he resumed scanning the area.
On her way to the bedroom, Sara Noticed Ian mockingly admiring her makeshift meal. Noticing he was practically shaking with suppressed mirth, she shot him a defensive glance. It wasn't her fault. It's not like she was expecting company tonight.
She walked over to the bed and tried to wake her injured friend. "Gabriel, c'mon sweetie, wake up," Sara urged, shaking the sleeping man slightly. After a few more pleads and prods, he came to. Sara held the plate out to him. "Gabriel, I need you to eat something," she stated.
Gabriel eyed the bizarre assortment of snacks wearily before raising his bemused gaze to Sara. "I, um... I'm sorry about the married couple comment," he apologized. Sara had woken him to shove a plate of food in his face. It looked like it was prepared for a five-year-old. He'd guessed it was some sort of vengeful taunt in response to his comment. It seemed odd but it was the only explanation he could think of to account for her unorthodox intrusion on his rest.
Thinking Gabriel was delirious; Sara became alarmed and insisted he must eat something.
He eyed the bizarre selection, feeling the crackers with peanut butter appeared the safest choice, he selected one, hoping this would appease her. Sara smiled encouragingly and he cautiously placed it in his mouth...
After much insistence and ignoring his delusional apologies, Sara had managed to get him to eat three crackers before he drifted off, muttering something about eccentric punishment. While Sara admitted it was no feast, she hardly would describe the food as punishment.
After returning the remainder of the food to the kitchen, studiously avoiding the smirking assassin, she retreated to her bedroom. Gabriel seemed to be practicing passive aggressive maneuvers, as he had sprawled across the middle of the mattress. She tiredly climbed in beside him and threw an arm around his shoulders to anchor herself on the narrow bed, not noticing the swirl of the gem on her wrist.
In the other room, Ian stood inside a darkened window. As he scanned the area, something caught his eye. He pulled a small device from one of his inner pockets and turned it on.
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Keeping to the shadows, Brother Nolan had quickly navigated back alleys to arrive at his perch in a building adjacent the Wielder's flat. He began setting up his equipment in the dark and empty room. Adjusting his night vision scope, he noticed the assassin and the girl were no longer on the fire escape. He scanned the windows, spotting a figure lying on a bed and two standing in another room.
Satisfied that they'd not slipped away, Brother Nolan set up the listening device. He aimed the laser at the apartment but got only white noise. *Damn, the assassin must have set up a sound screen.* He was annoyed by Nottingham's thoroughness.
If the man hadn't been bickering with the Wielder, they probably would never have spotted him. As it was, Brother Nolan had only caught a glimpse of a gloved hand whisking the woman into the shadows.
Forced to rely on visual only for his monitoring, he peered through the scope. Just as the woman entered the bedroom his communications device hummed. Nolan opened the line with dismay.
"I have been waiting for your contact, Brother Nolan," murmured Brother Pedious. "I do not like waiting," he seethed, contempt saturating every sylable.
"I apologize, Brother Pedious, there is nothing significant to report. All three are still in the apartment," replied Brother Nolan.
Brother Pedious was incensed by Brother Nolan's assumptive impudence. "You were ordered to give me constant and detailed information, Nolan. 'I' will decide what is 'significant'," he admonished. "Are they aware of your presence?"
Repulsed at the personal use of his name by the man, Brother Nolan took a moment to reply; "I don't think so. I am unable to monitor their conversations, but the Wielder and Gabriel Bowman are in bed." Brother Pedious made a strange noise at this information, but Brother Nolan continued; "the assassin appears to be standing guard."
When he glanced back at Nottingham, he blanched. The assassin seemed to be staring directly at him. *The man could not actually see him, could he?* Unnerved, Brother Nolan stepped back.
"Tell me about the two in bed," Brother Pedious purred.
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Pocketing his listening device, Nottingham strode over to the thermostat. It would not do good to stay and wait for the Sufult to ensnare them. And judging by the conversation he'd heard, Both Lady Sara and the boy must have failed to lower the blinds in the bedroom.
Returning to his post, the assassin resumed his surveillance of the spy and waited.
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Sufult lair
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Consul Damak noticed Magistrate Banol's abrupt disappearance into an adjoining room. He decided to follow him. Entering the room, he heard the magistrate quickly rattling off orders into his phone. "What is happening?" The Prime Consul asked. He was not pleased that his aide seemed to be excluding him. "Have they found the artifact dealer?"
Magistrate Banol attempted to appear calm in front of the agitated Consul. "Mr. Bowman has been located. I have an operator monitoring the location until other agents can insinuate themselves into the area without alarming Mr. Irons." He said the last two words carefully, trying to hide his disdain for the man who supposedly held the sect in check.
He neglected to mention the Wielder's presence. He did not want the Prime Consul to order the sect to back off, based on decisions made centuries ago.
"That is good to hear, 'Magistrate', " Consul Damak responded warily. I expect you to keep me informed. With that, he exited the room like a peeved Prima Donna. He was beginning to distrust Magistrate Banol.
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Sara's apartment
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The assassin listened to the ludicrous conversation transpiring between the spy and his overseer. He was grateful for Lady Sara's inevitable interruption, signaling the time to evacuate. "God, Nottingham, It's boiling in here, what did you turn the heat on for?" Sara bitched plaintively.
"A screen, Sara," Ian replied, thinking his Lady should understand.
"A what?" the Wielder queried. It appeared Nottingham was back to his cryptic self. Sara crossed her arms and waited for the metaphor on jungles or whatever his inscrutable mind had concocted.
"They are monitoring this apartment using an infrared device. They can see us because of our body heat. I am simply clouding their vision so we can make our escape." The assassin explained, thinking his actions should be obvious.
Before she had a chance to react to this information, her phone rang. It was Jake. "Hey Pez, glad you're awake. We gotta roll, body on the West Side. I'm on my way to get you."
Sara was about to spout a rebuttal when Nottingham placed himself in front of her, demanding her attention. "Go, I will take care of Gabriel," Ian ordered.
On account of their recent actions, Nottingham knew the Sufult would not desist in their pursuit of the young man. He wanted to protect his Lady Sara. If the boy were separated from the Wielder, they would most likely concentrate on the seemingly easier route of pursuing Gabriel. The further from Gabriel, the safer she would be.
"Just a sec, Jake." Sara placed a hand over the phone.
"We have no time Sara. The spy will realize my ruse and others will be sent to prevent us from escaping. We must leave now!" the assassin insisted. "Go with Jake and I will take Gabriel to a safe place. I'll contact you once we are there."
Sara hesitated, not knowing what to do. The imploring gaze of the determined assassin finally pushed her to a decision. "Okay, Jake. I'll be down in a few," she spoke into the phone before snapping it shut. Grabbing her jacket, she rushed into the bedroom and threw on a pair of jeans before waking Gabriel.
Gabriel was particularly indignant about being roused again, but she forced him to his feet and demanded that he dress for travel. "What's going on now?" he muttered as Sara handed him his pack.
"They found us," she answered.
Gabriel's eyes widened. He quickly pulled the Tome from his pack and shoved it at the Wielder. "Take this," he ordered with an expression that brooked no argument.
Sara reluctantly took the Tome and stashed it inside her jacket while Gabriel quickly dressed. She worried about separating Gabriel from it for some reason. Nottingham's reference to a fraud popped into her head and now Sara wished she had asked him to explain.
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It was becoming near impossible to make out shapes through the scope in the overly bright apartment. Brother Nolan kept peering over the instrument but the lights in the apartment were still out. *What is going on?* he wondered, as he checked the settings once again. He was beginning to think the assassin was up to something, he just wasn't sure how the man could have tampered with his equipment.
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"Nottingham is going to take you someplace safe," Sara began explaining nervously. She was still apprehensive about the plan and hoped she was making the right decision. She glanced at her bracelet, but it seemed inert for the moment.
"What about you?" Gabriel asked.
There was panic in his eyes. Sara couldn't tell if it was from fear for her safety or the Idea of being taken away by Nottingham. "Jake is coming to pick me up for a case," she replied. She felt that she was abandoning her friend at the worst possible time and again doubted her decision.
Although taking Gabriel with her might also be a bad idea also. What if the body was a setup and she was walking into a trap? *God, I'm getting as paranoid as Nottingham,* she thought.
Gabriel simply nodded. His eyes were downcast as he accepted her decision. Grabbing his pack, he left the room, the Wielder trailing after him.
Nottingham was waiting at the door, looking impatient. Sara enveloped Gabriel in an embrace before handing him over to the assassin. Gabriel returned the endearment, clutching her tightly.
After a moment, Gabriel's hands drifted lower around her waist and she wondered if her friend was actually making a pass at her. This was not the best for time for him to get fresh. He was certainly inciting a death wish by doing it in front of Nottingham.
Surprisingly, the temperamental assassin didn't seem upset. Gabriel pulled away and gave her a peck on the forehead. Sara wondered about his behavior but looking into his eyes, she saw only concern.
There was a sharp rap on the door and Jake yelled, "Pez! Come on, let's roll!"
Sara looked back toward the two men. Nottingham had a hand on Gabriel's shoulder. Her friend's expression had become reminiscent of his reaction to her outburst earlier. "If anything happens to him, Nottingham..." she threatened the assassin.
"It won't" Ian assured, opening the door. Jake was standing in the doorway, looking baffled at the rush of heat that hit him, and the two dark haired men inside.
Sara gave Gabriel a peck on the cheek before following a confused Jake down to the waiting car.
Nottingham waited until Sara disappeared around the corner before grasping Gabriel's arm and whisking him to another exit.
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Sufult lair
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As soon as it was reported that not only the artifact dealer but also the Wielder had been located, Magistrate Banol had instructed Brother Wickel to have an agent gather all information regarding the woman in the apartment; her name; where she works and anyone she is connected to.
When the agent sent him the information, Magistrate Banol was pleased. A homicide detective, how perfect.
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Sara's apartment
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The assassin continued his wary surveillance as he ushered Gabriel down a fire escape. Sensing no signs of being watched, he went to retrieve his motorcycle from it's hiding place. He tried to keep an eye on Gabriel also as he pulled the bike out of the narrow alcove. He'd left the young man at the entrance and although Gabriel had been wisely silent, he seemed about to rabbit at any second. Ian suspected he was only cooperating to appease Lady Sara.
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Gabriel had been eyeing Nottingham suspiciously. He wondered where this 'safe place' was and why Sara trusted the assassin. Of course her decision may have been rushed by the sudden events. She seemed a bit panicky and nervous when she woke him.
Now that he no longer had access to either the Tome or the Key, his existence didn't appear to be a threat to Sara or the blade. It seemed odd that he was still being guarded. Ian had said his protection was on orders from Irons.
The realization hit him just as the assassin emerged from the narrow alcove *Oh shit! He's taking me to Irons!* Gabriel panicked and bolted but the assassin seemed to be expecting it. Before he could get halfway down the alley, a gloved hand latched onto his jacket, sending his feet flying out in front of him.
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Yanking Gabriel backwards, Nottingham clutched the boy to his chest and secured a hand firmly yet not painfully around Gabriel's throat. "Behave!" he hissed, as if reprimanding a naughty child.
"Just let me go," Gabriel protested. "I'm no use to you or Irons. I don't have the Tome or the Key."
The assassin contemplated the boy's statement. "So you think I am taking you to Irons?" Ian queried. Getting no reply from the young man, he took his silence as a yes. "You would be well protected at the estate," Nottingham mused.
"From who," Gabriel retorted. He had never met Irons but from what he knew about the man, he wanted to keep it that way.
Iron's 'bait' suggestion rang in the assassin's mind. Irons would definitely use Gabriel as a bartering chip if he were aware of Ian's deception. Even if Irons didn't discover his subterfuge, he may traumatize the boy, hence drawing ire from Lady Sara. He decided to stick with the original location. "I am not taking you to Irons. I have a secluded location in mind. One I alone am aware of," the assassin stated. He hoped this would placate the boy enough to keep him from bolting again. Gabriel seemed to be mulling the option.
Being in a secluded area known only to the assassin didn't sound much better than being brought to Irons but Gabriel was starting to get the sinking feeling that the Sufult were closing in on them. "Okay," he breathed.
Nottingham released Gabriel's throat but kept a firm grip on the young man's jacket. He hauled Gabriel down the alley to his bike, wondering if the young man was serious about his agreement or just looking for another chance to escape. He glanced down at Gabriel's face. His eyes were darting about. That was not a good sign.
"Get on the bike," Ian ordered, not letting go of the jacket.
Gabriel scanned the area once more before replying. "No."
Ian glared at Gabriel ."Arguing is not a luxury you have right now. Do as I say," he insisted, losing patience with the younger man.
Gabriel started to struggle and repeated, "No." He hoped the assassin would find him too troublesome and just let him loose to fend for himself.
"We have no time for this!" Nottingham growled. The assassin grabbed Gabriel about the waist. In one fluid motion he'd spun the smaller man round while mounting the motorcycle and plopped him on the bike in front of him. The boy's irritatingly stubborn behavior made him wish he had not parted with the leash. It would have certainly come in handy at the moment.
Recalling Gabriel's earlier escapades, the assassin eyed the young man's legs suspiciously. Not having time to take precautions with the boy's favorite choice of weapon, he started the bike and tore off into the night. Barely avoiding an oncoming car, Ian sped up despite his passenger's precarious position. The Sufult were closing the net.
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LaFemmeLurker - Ah, I am sorry, but the drunk was only a tool. A way to get people into certain positions and do things they would later regret. (Hmm, much like many Frat parties I've been to.) Because he accomplished my goals so beautifully, I think I will give him a name and title. I tip my hat to Frank Partai, Unwitting accomplice.
ann- Not intimidating? Hmmm, we'll see about that.
I apologize to everyone who hoped the Sufult would realize they'd been duped by the fake Tome right away. I figured they'd been duping people for centuries and it was about time that they got back a little of their own. And why not by 'The reigning King of Badass', himself?
Speaking of 'Reigning King of Badass' I once again thank Roguegal17 for patiently putting up with my shennanigans. I send her muses a cake. Yes, let them have cake! : )
Massive thanks to everyone who reviewed. You've encouraged me to keep going with this tricky yarn. I'm off to my control room with charts and action figures until work interrupts.
The box that Nottingham activated was a white noise machine, much like those used in courtrooms to prevent the jury and others from listening in on side bar conversations. I think they are quite common now, although they vary in type and purpose.
000~I've actually revised the first part of the last part of the previous chapter. I hope it clarifies as to what is happening within the sect. I'm not sure if it's essential to understanding this chapter, but it may be, I have a habit of leaving things out or concealed.~000
*words typed within asterisks signify thoughts*
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chapter 13
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Ian Nottingham had heard slight rustling coming from Sara's bedroom. He was about to use the fact that Sara had woken the young artifact dealer as a diversion when he heard the window being opened. Both of them turned as Gabriel poked his head outside.
His sleepy countenance made them both feel a bit guilty. "Um, Guys? While I appreciate your... protection," he offered, gesturing apostrophe marks with his fingers on the protection part of the statement. Ian shot Sara a snide look before Gabriel continued. "I was wondering if you could keep the bickering down. You sound like an old married couple," he added, before yawning widely and retreating back into the room.
Sara gaped at Gabriel's description and was about to retort indignantly when Nottingham suddenly grabbed her and pulled her into the darkness. She was confused until she saw the car driving by below.
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When Brother Wickel turned their vehicle onto another street, Brother Nolan beheld the boisterous crooner. His ballad was ceased abruptly by something assailing him from above. Brother Nolan spotted the singer's attacker on the fire escape.
As their vehicle approached, the two brothers could hear the assailant arguing with someone in the shadows. It was then that Brother Nolan's sharp eyes espied the bracelet on her wrist. He subtly nudged Brother Wickel. Brother Wickel surreptitiously flicked his gaze to the fire escape just as Gabriel Bowman's face appeared at a nearby window.
Driving a few blocks past the scene, Brother Wickel turned into an alley and stopped the car at the opposite entrance. He pulled out his cell phone and paused before choosing a speed dial button. "Magistrate Banol," he addressed before continuing. "We've located the target."
Brother Nolan was a bit perplexed. "Shouldn't you be alerting the Prime Consul?"
Brother Wickel shot him a silencing glare before continuing his conversation. "Both the assassin and the Wielder are guarding him," he reported. There was a long pause as he listened to his instructions.
Brother Nolan wondered if there hadn't been a change in plans or a coup of sorts. This was not the usual procedure. Usually they would contact the Prime Consul or one of his attendants on important matters. The Prime consul would definitely be interested in them spotting the unmistakable woman wearing the blade. He didn't get a chance to ask about his Brother's decision, as Brother Wickel ended the call and immediately gave him instructions.
"Take the surveillance equipment and find a discreet place from which to monitor the apartment that Gabriel Bowman is in. I want constant and detailed reports sent to Magistrate Banol's attendant, Brother Pedious," Brother Wickel commanded.
Brother Nolan paled at the idea of reporting to Brother Pedious. Magistrate Banol was intimidating but his assistant was utterly vile. Nolan did not like the sinister way Brother Pedious' lurid gaze scrutinized him and the other Brothers. Nor did he appreciate his eerie, sibilant voice. He loathed the idea of any contact with the man.
Not giving Brother Nolan a chance to argue, Brother Wickel handed him a bag and ordered him not to be seen. Clandestine maneuvers were one of Brother Nolan's strong points, being one of the reasons why he was chosen for this mission. Brother Wickel watched the agent slip into the shadows before driving back to headquarters. No doubt the assassin was now alert and he didn't want to arouse his suspicions by staying in the area.
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Ian watched as the car disappeared from view, furious with himself for allowing his emotions to distract him from his duty. There was no way to tell if the two men inside the Pinto were Sufult or just harmless civilians, taunting other drivers with the vehicle's explosive rear. Regardless, It was time to get the Wielder inside.
Scanning the area once more, the assassin urged Sara back into her apartment. "We must get you out of sight, Sara."
Sara complied but thought Nottingham was overreacting. "I highly doubt the Sufult would send spies driving around in a Pinto," Sara complained. "They supposedly blow up if you even tap the bumper. Only crazies and people with a death wish would drive those things."
Nottingham raised an eyebrow at Sara. "And you think they are neither?" he queried. "The Sufult are clever and fanatical, Sara, it would not surprise me if they drove such a vehicle to throw me off, to appear harmless," Ian stated. "You've driven unmarked cars before, it is much the same."
Sara eyed him worriedly, thinking he was ridiculously paranoid. She'd drove unmarked cars aplenty when undercover, but would seriously blanch at a Pinto. "Um, okay, Nottingham. You keep an eye out for suspicious Pinto's, I'm going to see if I can get Gabriel to eat something," Sara stated wryly before picking up the phone.
The assassin was at her side in a second, pressing the disconnect button. "What are you doing?" he demanded.
"I'm calling for delivery," Sara replied, a bit thrown by the alarm in Nottingham's tone.
The assassin was exasperated. "This is not the time to invite strangers into your home, Sara Pezzini. Nor is it a good idea to accept food that could be drugged or poisoned."
"I think you are being a bit paranoid, Nottingham," Sara stated, annoyed by the assassin's seemingly overcautious capers.
"And I think you know very little about the Sufult," Ian rejoined.
Sighing in resignation, Sara headed for the kitchen.
After staring into her fridge for several minutes, Sara grudgingly admitted Nottingham was right about her food supplies. *How did Nottingham guess that she had pizza in the fridge, let alone that it was stale?* The pizza 'had' gone stale and considering condiments weren't exactly power foods, she was at a loss. Checking her cupboards, she found she had cereal but no milk. She had a few things that would go well on toast, but no bread. Finding a box of crackers and a half-eaten candy bar, she decided to make do with what she had. She poured some dry cereal into a bowl and began preparing crackers with whatever edible spreads she could find.
While Sara was busying herself in the kitchen, the assassin pushed a button on the small box he had hidden in Sara's apartment. He had placed it there shortly after Gabriel had acquired the Tome, as a precaution. Once the device was activated, he resumed scanning the area.
On her way to the bedroom, Sara Noticed Ian mockingly admiring her makeshift meal. Noticing he was practically shaking with suppressed mirth, she shot him a defensive glance. It wasn't her fault. It's not like she was expecting company tonight.
She walked over to the bed and tried to wake her injured friend. "Gabriel, c'mon sweetie, wake up," Sara urged, shaking the sleeping man slightly. After a few more pleads and prods, he came to. Sara held the plate out to him. "Gabriel, I need you to eat something," she stated.
Gabriel eyed the bizarre assortment of snacks wearily before raising his bemused gaze to Sara. "I, um... I'm sorry about the married couple comment," he apologized. Sara had woken him to shove a plate of food in his face. It looked like it was prepared for a five-year-old. He'd guessed it was some sort of vengeful taunt in response to his comment. It seemed odd but it was the only explanation he could think of to account for her unorthodox intrusion on his rest.
Thinking Gabriel was delirious; Sara became alarmed and insisted he must eat something.
He eyed the bizarre selection, feeling the crackers with peanut butter appeared the safest choice, he selected one, hoping this would appease her. Sara smiled encouragingly and he cautiously placed it in his mouth...
After much insistence and ignoring his delusional apologies, Sara had managed to get him to eat three crackers before he drifted off, muttering something about eccentric punishment. While Sara admitted it was no feast, she hardly would describe the food as punishment.
After returning the remainder of the food to the kitchen, studiously avoiding the smirking assassin, she retreated to her bedroom. Gabriel seemed to be practicing passive aggressive maneuvers, as he had sprawled across the middle of the mattress. She tiredly climbed in beside him and threw an arm around his shoulders to anchor herself on the narrow bed, not noticing the swirl of the gem on her wrist.
In the other room, Ian stood inside a darkened window. As he scanned the area, something caught his eye. He pulled a small device from one of his inner pockets and turned it on.
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Keeping to the shadows, Brother Nolan had quickly navigated back alleys to arrive at his perch in a building adjacent the Wielder's flat. He began setting up his equipment in the dark and empty room. Adjusting his night vision scope, he noticed the assassin and the girl were no longer on the fire escape. He scanned the windows, spotting a figure lying on a bed and two standing in another room.
Satisfied that they'd not slipped away, Brother Nolan set up the listening device. He aimed the laser at the apartment but got only white noise. *Damn, the assassin must have set up a sound screen.* He was annoyed by Nottingham's thoroughness.
If the man hadn't been bickering with the Wielder, they probably would never have spotted him. As it was, Brother Nolan had only caught a glimpse of a gloved hand whisking the woman into the shadows.
Forced to rely on visual only for his monitoring, he peered through the scope. Just as the woman entered the bedroom his communications device hummed. Nolan opened the line with dismay.
"I have been waiting for your contact, Brother Nolan," murmured Brother Pedious. "I do not like waiting," he seethed, contempt saturating every sylable.
"I apologize, Brother Pedious, there is nothing significant to report. All three are still in the apartment," replied Brother Nolan.
Brother Pedious was incensed by Brother Nolan's assumptive impudence. "You were ordered to give me constant and detailed information, Nolan. 'I' will decide what is 'significant'," he admonished. "Are they aware of your presence?"
Repulsed at the personal use of his name by the man, Brother Nolan took a moment to reply; "I don't think so. I am unable to monitor their conversations, but the Wielder and Gabriel Bowman are in bed." Brother Pedious made a strange noise at this information, but Brother Nolan continued; "the assassin appears to be standing guard."
When he glanced back at Nottingham, he blanched. The assassin seemed to be staring directly at him. *The man could not actually see him, could he?* Unnerved, Brother Nolan stepped back.
"Tell me about the two in bed," Brother Pedious purred.
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Pocketing his listening device, Nottingham strode over to the thermostat. It would not do good to stay and wait for the Sufult to ensnare them. And judging by the conversation he'd heard, Both Lady Sara and the boy must have failed to lower the blinds in the bedroom.
Returning to his post, the assassin resumed his surveillance of the spy and waited.
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Sufult lair
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Consul Damak noticed Magistrate Banol's abrupt disappearance into an adjoining room. He decided to follow him. Entering the room, he heard the magistrate quickly rattling off orders into his phone. "What is happening?" The Prime Consul asked. He was not pleased that his aide seemed to be excluding him. "Have they found the artifact dealer?"
Magistrate Banol attempted to appear calm in front of the agitated Consul. "Mr. Bowman has been located. I have an operator monitoring the location until other agents can insinuate themselves into the area without alarming Mr. Irons." He said the last two words carefully, trying to hide his disdain for the man who supposedly held the sect in check.
He neglected to mention the Wielder's presence. He did not want the Prime Consul to order the sect to back off, based on decisions made centuries ago.
"That is good to hear, 'Magistrate', " Consul Damak responded warily. I expect you to keep me informed. With that, he exited the room like a peeved Prima Donna. He was beginning to distrust Magistrate Banol.
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Sara's apartment
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The assassin listened to the ludicrous conversation transpiring between the spy and his overseer. He was grateful for Lady Sara's inevitable interruption, signaling the time to evacuate. "God, Nottingham, It's boiling in here, what did you turn the heat on for?" Sara bitched plaintively.
"A screen, Sara," Ian replied, thinking his Lady should understand.
"A what?" the Wielder queried. It appeared Nottingham was back to his cryptic self. Sara crossed her arms and waited for the metaphor on jungles or whatever his inscrutable mind had concocted.
"They are monitoring this apartment using an infrared device. They can see us because of our body heat. I am simply clouding their vision so we can make our escape." The assassin explained, thinking his actions should be obvious.
Before she had a chance to react to this information, her phone rang. It was Jake. "Hey Pez, glad you're awake. We gotta roll, body on the West Side. I'm on my way to get you."
Sara was about to spout a rebuttal when Nottingham placed himself in front of her, demanding her attention. "Go, I will take care of Gabriel," Ian ordered.
On account of their recent actions, Nottingham knew the Sufult would not desist in their pursuit of the young man. He wanted to protect his Lady Sara. If the boy were separated from the Wielder, they would most likely concentrate on the seemingly easier route of pursuing Gabriel. The further from Gabriel, the safer she would be.
"Just a sec, Jake." Sara placed a hand over the phone.
"We have no time Sara. The spy will realize my ruse and others will be sent to prevent us from escaping. We must leave now!" the assassin insisted. "Go with Jake and I will take Gabriel to a safe place. I'll contact you once we are there."
Sara hesitated, not knowing what to do. The imploring gaze of the determined assassin finally pushed her to a decision. "Okay, Jake. I'll be down in a few," she spoke into the phone before snapping it shut. Grabbing her jacket, she rushed into the bedroom and threw on a pair of jeans before waking Gabriel.
Gabriel was particularly indignant about being roused again, but she forced him to his feet and demanded that he dress for travel. "What's going on now?" he muttered as Sara handed him his pack.
"They found us," she answered.
Gabriel's eyes widened. He quickly pulled the Tome from his pack and shoved it at the Wielder. "Take this," he ordered with an expression that brooked no argument.
Sara reluctantly took the Tome and stashed it inside her jacket while Gabriel quickly dressed. She worried about separating Gabriel from it for some reason. Nottingham's reference to a fraud popped into her head and now Sara wished she had asked him to explain.
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It was becoming near impossible to make out shapes through the scope in the overly bright apartment. Brother Nolan kept peering over the instrument but the lights in the apartment were still out. *What is going on?* he wondered, as he checked the settings once again. He was beginning to think the assassin was up to something, he just wasn't sure how the man could have tampered with his equipment.
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"Nottingham is going to take you someplace safe," Sara began explaining nervously. She was still apprehensive about the plan and hoped she was making the right decision. She glanced at her bracelet, but it seemed inert for the moment.
"What about you?" Gabriel asked.
There was panic in his eyes. Sara couldn't tell if it was from fear for her safety or the Idea of being taken away by Nottingham. "Jake is coming to pick me up for a case," she replied. She felt that she was abandoning her friend at the worst possible time and again doubted her decision.
Although taking Gabriel with her might also be a bad idea also. What if the body was a setup and she was walking into a trap? *God, I'm getting as paranoid as Nottingham,* she thought.
Gabriel simply nodded. His eyes were downcast as he accepted her decision. Grabbing his pack, he left the room, the Wielder trailing after him.
Nottingham was waiting at the door, looking impatient. Sara enveloped Gabriel in an embrace before handing him over to the assassin. Gabriel returned the endearment, clutching her tightly.
After a moment, Gabriel's hands drifted lower around her waist and she wondered if her friend was actually making a pass at her. This was not the best for time for him to get fresh. He was certainly inciting a death wish by doing it in front of Nottingham.
Surprisingly, the temperamental assassin didn't seem upset. Gabriel pulled away and gave her a peck on the forehead. Sara wondered about his behavior but looking into his eyes, she saw only concern.
There was a sharp rap on the door and Jake yelled, "Pez! Come on, let's roll!"
Sara looked back toward the two men. Nottingham had a hand on Gabriel's shoulder. Her friend's expression had become reminiscent of his reaction to her outburst earlier. "If anything happens to him, Nottingham..." she threatened the assassin.
"It won't" Ian assured, opening the door. Jake was standing in the doorway, looking baffled at the rush of heat that hit him, and the two dark haired men inside.
Sara gave Gabriel a peck on the cheek before following a confused Jake down to the waiting car.
Nottingham waited until Sara disappeared around the corner before grasping Gabriel's arm and whisking him to another exit.
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Sufult lair
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As soon as it was reported that not only the artifact dealer but also the Wielder had been located, Magistrate Banol had instructed Brother Wickel to have an agent gather all information regarding the woman in the apartment; her name; where she works and anyone she is connected to.
When the agent sent him the information, Magistrate Banol was pleased. A homicide detective, how perfect.
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Sara's apartment
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The assassin continued his wary surveillance as he ushered Gabriel down a fire escape. Sensing no signs of being watched, he went to retrieve his motorcycle from it's hiding place. He tried to keep an eye on Gabriel also as he pulled the bike out of the narrow alcove. He'd left the young man at the entrance and although Gabriel had been wisely silent, he seemed about to rabbit at any second. Ian suspected he was only cooperating to appease Lady Sara.
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Gabriel had been eyeing Nottingham suspiciously. He wondered where this 'safe place' was and why Sara trusted the assassin. Of course her decision may have been rushed by the sudden events. She seemed a bit panicky and nervous when she woke him.
Now that he no longer had access to either the Tome or the Key, his existence didn't appear to be a threat to Sara or the blade. It seemed odd that he was still being guarded. Ian had said his protection was on orders from Irons.
The realization hit him just as the assassin emerged from the narrow alcove *Oh shit! He's taking me to Irons!* Gabriel panicked and bolted but the assassin seemed to be expecting it. Before he could get halfway down the alley, a gloved hand latched onto his jacket, sending his feet flying out in front of him.
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Yanking Gabriel backwards, Nottingham clutched the boy to his chest and secured a hand firmly yet not painfully around Gabriel's throat. "Behave!" he hissed, as if reprimanding a naughty child.
"Just let me go," Gabriel protested. "I'm no use to you or Irons. I don't have the Tome or the Key."
The assassin contemplated the boy's statement. "So you think I am taking you to Irons?" Ian queried. Getting no reply from the young man, he took his silence as a yes. "You would be well protected at the estate," Nottingham mused.
"From who," Gabriel retorted. He had never met Irons but from what he knew about the man, he wanted to keep it that way.
Iron's 'bait' suggestion rang in the assassin's mind. Irons would definitely use Gabriel as a bartering chip if he were aware of Ian's deception. Even if Irons didn't discover his subterfuge, he may traumatize the boy, hence drawing ire from Lady Sara. He decided to stick with the original location. "I am not taking you to Irons. I have a secluded location in mind. One I alone am aware of," the assassin stated. He hoped this would placate the boy enough to keep him from bolting again. Gabriel seemed to be mulling the option.
Being in a secluded area known only to the assassin didn't sound much better than being brought to Irons but Gabriel was starting to get the sinking feeling that the Sufult were closing in on them. "Okay," he breathed.
Nottingham released Gabriel's throat but kept a firm grip on the young man's jacket. He hauled Gabriel down the alley to his bike, wondering if the young man was serious about his agreement or just looking for another chance to escape. He glanced down at Gabriel's face. His eyes were darting about. That was not a good sign.
"Get on the bike," Ian ordered, not letting go of the jacket.
Gabriel scanned the area once more before replying. "No."
Ian glared at Gabriel ."Arguing is not a luxury you have right now. Do as I say," he insisted, losing patience with the younger man.
Gabriel started to struggle and repeated, "No." He hoped the assassin would find him too troublesome and just let him loose to fend for himself.
"We have no time for this!" Nottingham growled. The assassin grabbed Gabriel about the waist. In one fluid motion he'd spun the smaller man round while mounting the motorcycle and plopped him on the bike in front of him. The boy's irritatingly stubborn behavior made him wish he had not parted with the leash. It would have certainly come in handy at the moment.
Recalling Gabriel's earlier escapades, the assassin eyed the young man's legs suspiciously. Not having time to take precautions with the boy's favorite choice of weapon, he started the bike and tore off into the night. Barely avoiding an oncoming car, Ian sped up despite his passenger's precarious position. The Sufult were closing the net.
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LaFemmeLurker - Ah, I am sorry, but the drunk was only a tool. A way to get people into certain positions and do things they would later regret. (Hmm, much like many Frat parties I've been to.) Because he accomplished my goals so beautifully, I think I will give him a name and title. I tip my hat to Frank Partai, Unwitting accomplice.
ann- Not intimidating? Hmmm, we'll see about that.
I apologize to everyone who hoped the Sufult would realize they'd been duped by the fake Tome right away. I figured they'd been duping people for centuries and it was about time that they got back a little of their own. And why not by 'The reigning King of Badass', himself?
Speaking of 'Reigning King of Badass' I once again thank Roguegal17 for patiently putting up with my shennanigans. I send her muses a cake. Yes, let them have cake! : )
Massive thanks to everyone who reviewed. You've encouraged me to keep going with this tricky yarn. I'm off to my control room with charts and action figures until work interrupts.
The box that Nottingham activated was a white noise machine, much like those used in courtrooms to prevent the jury and others from listening in on side bar conversations. I think they are quite common now, although they vary in type and purpose.