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Tenebrous
chapter 21
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Brother Nolan scanned the barn with his binoculars, trying to get a glimpse of any movement through windows and cracks. There had been no further activity that he could see and Brother Rason had been quiet for quite some time.
Nolan disrupted his surveillance briefly to glance at Brother Rason, curious to know if the listening device was picking up anything. Startled by Brother Rason's facial expression, Brother Nolan nudged him to get his attention.
"Are you picking up anything? What's going on?" Brother Nolan inquired.
Brother Rason's jaw worked a few times before words actually came out. "Um, I... I am picking up conversation, but... I'm not sure what's um, going on," Rason replied uncomfortably.
Slightly annoyed by the uselessness of Rason's reply, Brother Nolan clarified his request. "Who survived. Are they talking, and if so, about what?" Nolan prodded.
"Iron's assassin and our quarry are... communicating. It doesn't sound as if any of our comrades survived," Brother Rason responded. "Apparently, both The assassin and Mr. Bowman are injured and there was a mention of the Wielder," he added, pausing to debate whether he should even mention the rest so far.
"And?" Nolan prompted. He could see Brother Rason was hesitant about something.
"What is remonstration?" Brother Rason queried, trying to understand exactly what he'd heard before trying to relay it.
"Protesting or objectng," Nolan snapped, annoyed by Brother Rason switching the subject. He swore he could hear snorts of laughter coming from Rason's earpiece. "What else did you hear?" Brother Nolan demanded irritably.
Brother Rason took a deep breath. "Apparently, the assassin was forcefully licking Mr. Bowman and now he's laughing maniacally," he relayed awkwardly.
"Oh," Brother Nolan replied, wishing that he hadn't asked. He thought Brother Pedious was bad, but this Nottingham scoundrel sounded absolutely depraved.
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Relieved that Sara seemed to have clarified that his knee was the only thing needing to be examined, Jake agreed to file the paperwork. Sara nodded absently and wandered over to the waiting area.
As he was helped into an examination room Jake wondered how anyone who was seemingly lost in thought so often, had sensed the trap. He considered himself to be pretty alert and quick thinking, but would have never known to run in time. He didn't even want to think about what state he would be in if it weren't for Sara and the Twinkies.
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Sara eyed her phone again. She honestly had no idea what to do. The vision had been odd. She guessed the men in cloaks were the Sufult, but whether it had shown her them present day or the past, was unclear. She felt that the bullets firing were a threat to Gabriel and Ian, but she had no idea how to warn them even if it wasn't already too late. The brief flash of the eye... Spies? But Nottingham already knew about them.
Sara came out of her reverie and glanced around suspiciously. She wondered if it meant they were they spying on her. After making everyone in the waiting area uncomfortable with her accusatory glare, she returned her thoughts to the vision.
The image of a barn made no sense, although it did remind her of an old episode of 'Lassie'. She'd always wondered if Timmy wasn't mentally challenged.
The last image from her vision flashed in her mind once more, bringing her out of her unintended nostalgia. She wished she knew what Irons had been looking at. She considered calling him again, but realized he was most likely asleep.
The idea of Irons sleeping cozily in a warm bed precipitated a yawn from Sara. Sleep actually sounded pretty good to the exhausted detective. Spies or no, she decided a crowded waiting room was probably one of the safer places to take a nap.
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Brother Wickel glanced up from his newspaper when he noticed the woman switching positions. Allowing himself a slight smile, he watched as the Wielder nodded off to sleep.
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a/n: My spacing is getting all wonked up when I post, If anyone is wondering about the extra asterisks.
Roguegal- Your review was hysterical; crickets, Hee! I love it!
************************** denotes change of scenery
Tenebrous
chapter 21
*****************************************************
Brother Nolan scanned the barn with his binoculars, trying to get a glimpse of any movement through windows and cracks. There had been no further activity that he could see and Brother Rason had been quiet for quite some time.
Nolan disrupted his surveillance briefly to glance at Brother Rason, curious to know if the listening device was picking up anything. Startled by Brother Rason's facial expression, Brother Nolan nudged him to get his attention.
"Are you picking up anything? What's going on?" Brother Nolan inquired.
Brother Rason's jaw worked a few times before words actually came out. "Um, I... I am picking up conversation, but... I'm not sure what's um, going on," Rason replied uncomfortably.
Slightly annoyed by the uselessness of Rason's reply, Brother Nolan clarified his request. "Who survived. Are they talking, and if so, about what?" Nolan prodded.
"Iron's assassin and our quarry are... communicating. It doesn't sound as if any of our comrades survived," Brother Rason responded. "Apparently, both The assassin and Mr. Bowman are injured and there was a mention of the Wielder," he added, pausing to debate whether he should even mention the rest so far.
"And?" Nolan prompted. He could see Brother Rason was hesitant about something.
"What is remonstration?" Brother Rason queried, trying to understand exactly what he'd heard before trying to relay it.
"Protesting or objectng," Nolan snapped, annoyed by Brother Rason switching the subject. He swore he could hear snorts of laughter coming from Rason's earpiece. "What else did you hear?" Brother Nolan demanded irritably.
Brother Rason took a deep breath. "Apparently, the assassin was forcefully licking Mr. Bowman and now he's laughing maniacally," he relayed awkwardly.
"Oh," Brother Nolan replied, wishing that he hadn't asked. He thought Brother Pedious was bad, but this Nottingham scoundrel sounded absolutely depraved.
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Relieved that Sara seemed to have clarified that his knee was the only thing needing to be examined, Jake agreed to file the paperwork. Sara nodded absently and wandered over to the waiting area.
As he was helped into an examination room Jake wondered how anyone who was seemingly lost in thought so often, had sensed the trap. He considered himself to be pretty alert and quick thinking, but would have never known to run in time. He didn't even want to think about what state he would be in if it weren't for Sara and the Twinkies.
*
Sara eyed her phone again. She honestly had no idea what to do. The vision had been odd. She guessed the men in cloaks were the Sufult, but whether it had shown her them present day or the past, was unclear. She felt that the bullets firing were a threat to Gabriel and Ian, but she had no idea how to warn them even if it wasn't already too late. The brief flash of the eye... Spies? But Nottingham already knew about them.
Sara came out of her reverie and glanced around suspiciously. She wondered if it meant they were they spying on her. After making everyone in the waiting area uncomfortable with her accusatory glare, she returned her thoughts to the vision.
The image of a barn made no sense, although it did remind her of an old episode of 'Lassie'. She'd always wondered if Timmy wasn't mentally challenged.
The last image from her vision flashed in her mind once more, bringing her out of her unintended nostalgia. She wished she knew what Irons had been looking at. She considered calling him again, but realized he was most likely asleep.
The idea of Irons sleeping cozily in a warm bed precipitated a yawn from Sara. Sleep actually sounded pretty good to the exhausted detective. Spies or no, she decided a crowded waiting room was probably one of the safer places to take a nap.
*
Brother Wickel glanced up from his newspaper when he noticed the woman switching positions. Allowing himself a slight smile, he watched as the Wielder nodded off to sleep.
*
*
*****************************************************tbc
a/n: My spacing is getting all wonked up when I post, If anyone is wondering about the extra asterisks.
Roguegal- Your review was hysterical; crickets, Hee! I love it!