"They plan on distributing the Leaks or mirrors at the concert tonight at the Gardens. Sometime during the show they are going to announce their purpose and show others how to free their character. Most likely the little girl ring leader will be here...."
The girl pointed to a stack of pickles in the middle of the table that represented the stage.
"I can transport Darius into that stage and he can distract her while the rest of you take care of the sentinels on patrol around and above the stage. Once we are sure the coast is clear then we remove the girl. Once we touch, my thread should reconnect and she will be mine to control again."
Nick gestured at the mustard and pickle map on the table.
"How many of us can you transport?"
"Only Darius since I created him but you all I merely borrowed so I have limited freedom with your character."
Darius stared open mouthed at the small girl. Not only was she a Writer, but she was his Writer. Amazing.
"How am I supposed to distract her?"
"That's simple. I am going to give you all the powers of a Writer. With that ability and the added power of imagination that you have from your thread to me you should have no trouble."
"She doesn't have imagination? I don't understand?"
"She only has what I gave her and nothing more. Once she shattered our link her development stopped. She is stuck."
Darius nodded gravely.
Nick looked at Lacroix. "What do you think we should do General?"
Lacroix perked up and answered in his usual smooth tone. "I believe you should take out the air patrols and look outs before putting Darius in the center of things. That should give us a great amount of freedom in getting to the girl."
"Sounds good to me! Let's go." Rachel chirped quickly and started to get up.
"Wait! How do we take care of all the people once the girl is out of the way?"
Rachel sighed. Why did I make them so inquisitive?
"Once she is mine again her powers as a Free Character will disappear. Most likely, no one there will even remember why they came. Some fast writing from me should take care of any pesky mirrors laying around."
Everyone nodded their agreement. It was time to act. All six stood and followed Rachel, still in her pajamas, out of the kitchen.