THE HYPE IS BACK LETS GO.

Interrogation

You kidnapped the Royal Physician?!"

"Yup."

"And locked him in our cell?!"

"Uh huh."

Emily watched in amusement from the wall she sat on, adjusting her bone tiara as Havelock raged at a completely relaxed Thomas.

"How did you- Never mind, I don't want to know, but what about the guards?"

"No problem."

"Or the Overseers?"

"You mean the guards, but without pistols?"

Havelock sighed, turning away and putting a hand to his face.

Emily took that moment to flick down her veil. "I trust you aren't bothering my subordinate all too much, Admiral?"

Havelock span round, hand on cutlass, looking to where a young girl in a white dress was sat, looking remarkably like-

No. He couldn't possibly know who she was. She was wearing a veil.

"How did you get there?" Havelock asked, his voice breaking slightly.

"Oh I have my ways." Said the Void Singer. "Do you like my present?"

Havelock wiped his brow. "The Royal Physician? I wouldn't use the word like...how did you know?"

Emily tilted her head, thinking wow, this veil is really good at its job, and only letting out a small "Hmm?"

Havelock snapped. "Don't give me that! How did you know we needed to interrogate the physician?"

I have no idea what you're talking about. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." Emily dusted off her dress (even though there wasn't a speck on it) and jumped down. "Now then, shall we go see him?"

._.

Thomas walked back out from the room to the expectant crowd of faces. "He's awake." He said, turning to Emily. "Go nuts m'lady." She nodded, and tilted her head to the gathered loyalists, all stood beside her with very fidgety postures. "Be warned, you may find this...unsettling." She brandished one hand, the mark of the outsider glowing, and she began to grow. Colour spread through the white dress, turning it into a regal blue even as it changed into a more mature design. It had to, as its occupant grew taller, body shape becoming more mature and defined. The face behind the veil seemed to shimmer, not that anyone could make it out, and when the child, the woman, pushed up the veil, everyone recoiled several steps. "What?" Said the visage of Jessamine Kaldwin. "Don't you recognise your dear empress?"

"That's bloomin creepy, can I just say?" Thomas remarked, before three pistols were aimed at the woman. "Impostor." Growled the High Overseer. "Witch. I should kill you now!"

"You could certainly try." The Void Singer conceded. "But that would annoy me, and you need me, don't you?" Smiling over her shoulder, she pushed open the door.

Anton Sokolov recoiled from the bars of his cage as if struck when he saw her walk in, staggering towards the back end of his small container.

"Enjoying your quarters?" Asked Emily, attempting to remain calm from within her mother's body. "You should thank me, you won't die if you touch the edges of the cell. Unlike your test subjects."

She didn't need to act to put the venom into her voice.

"Empress?" Sokolov gasped, seemingly struggling to breathe. "How? You're supposed to be dead!"

"Of course." Emily replied. "And you seem to have no problem working with my murderers."

"You were killed by Daud's assassins! And some-"

"I know you are bad with social occasions Anton." Emily growled. "But I did not take you for naive."

Sokolov slumped. "No. Not naive. Of course I knew what the Spymaster did, but what could the shut-in physician do about him?" The man put his head in his hands. "Why have you come back to haunt me?"

"My daughter."

The words caused him to bring his head up. "Emily Kaldwin will return to Dunwall tower, and she will topple the Lord Regent from his lofty perch."

Sokolov stood up, adjusting his ruined and dirty suit. "What do you want me to do?"

"For one thing, you can continue to try and cure the rat plague. But first..." Emily subtlety coughed. "The Lord Regent has a…mistress who is supporting him financially. And I understand that you painted her."

._.

Once again a child, the Void Singer walked out from the room to the group of nervous loyalists. "We may have a problem." She stated, simply. "Burrows' mistress is lady Boyle."

"Which lady Boyle?" Pendleton quickly asked, prompting a sigh.

"That is the problem. Whichever of the three it was, she was painted from behind and Anton does not know who it was."

Havelock let out a growl of frustration. "Damnit. Must we kill all of them?"

"I doubt we'll need to." Pendleton laid a calming hand on his friends shoulder. "The Boyle sisters are holding a ball tonight, and a masked one at that. It should provide ample opportunity to explore the house, ask questions, and all the sisters will be in one place. But who should we seeeen...d."

The Void Singer giggled and curtsied. "Well then. I'll be back here at twilight. Prepare your boatman!"

"Wait!" Martin called out to her. "Why are you doing this? What do you have to gain?"

"Oh believe me." The Void Singer replied. "I'm helping myself here just as much as I'm helping you."

With that, she vanished, and a few moments later, Emily Kaldwin appeared from the main complex with an "Oh hello! What did I miss?"

Thomas looked at them all incredulously. "Okay, do you seriously not know who she is?"

What you should be taking from this encounter is that Emily's veil is Really good at its job. nexxt chapter, the boyle party, and all the fun to be had there. ;) at least you know how she'll be getting in. See y'all!