Plague's hearing has heightened from years of strained transformations. Plagg's cat-like abilities had brushed off on him, enhancing his five senses.

He could see her peeking out from behind the door in his peripheral vision. He also heard her like she was talking into a bullhorn instead of whispering to her kwami. She hates me.

He stood from his chair when the soldier walked back into the training room, still clutching his side but there was a bandage shaped bulge there that wasn't there before. He looked annoyed. "The nurse said that I was fine, but no more fights for the day."

"We can start back tomorrow then. Get some rest." Plague walked away then, not leaving any room for disagreement from the soldier. His cloak flared out behind him when he walked out the exit - the alarm having long ago been deactivated- and out into the open.

Marinette wasn't behind the door anymore. But he could still smell lingering in the wind.

"Excuse you!" Someone bumped into his and almost knocked him over. He was a lanky man dressed in armor that was too big and too bulky for him. He had a bushy goatee and a combover. He was holding his helmet under his arm. "My soldiers and I need to train." He then walked into the old auditorium with his chest puffed out and his nose stuck up in the air.

"Must be the trainer." Plague turned tail back towards his room. He's tired of people and their mightier than thou attitudes.

When he returned to his room Plagg was laying on the small desk set against the opposite wall to his bed. He opened his eyes when the door closed.

"What happened, kid?" Plagg yawned. :You look as if someone ate the last slice of camembert in front of your face."

"Wake me up at twilight, Plagg." He dragged his feet over to his bed and collapsed onto it, smothering his face into his pillow.

"What for?" He was still drowsy. He fluttered to the bde, losing altitude two or three time before he finally made there.

"We're starting the plan tonight."

The sky was dark when Adrien snuck out of his room. Every soldier and Miraculous Holder were asleep in their beds, and the guards were easy to sneak by.

Plague ditched the cloak and transformed with Plagg. The cloak would've gotten in his way. He feels more comfortable doing stealthy missions while in the transformation anyway.

He waited for the guards to change shifts before he sneaked around the curve of the old school and into the forest surrounding it. He figured out from his walks around the base that the force field expands further out than the building, but he wasn't able to see how far because of the guards.

Once he entered into the forest he broke out into a sprint. The trees gave him the push to run faster and the soft ground from rain before padded his footsteps to keep the tranquility. The force field emits a low humming sound, but it's also invisible. He kept running closer and closer to the edge of the forest until he could hear the faint humming.

And the breaking of sticks.

He cut his run short and quickly climbed up a tree and hid behind it's truck. He peeked around the trunk.

Marinette was sitting on her knee breaking sticks from the pile beside her in half and then tossed them into the fire. There was a baby fawn laying in her lap. It's hind leg was wrapped in bandages. It's chest rose and fell as he rested, though it looked slower than he thought normal. She petted it's fur as it slumbered.

The humming was clear in his ears. It was coming from right next to her. Then this must be the end of the force field. Now to figure out how to deactivate it.

A sharp end of a stick whipped past his cheek and embedded in the tree trunk, inches away from his face.

"Come out now!" He sighed at the command of the girl below him and landed on his feet when he dropped to the ground. "Lovely night isn't it, macron tout roud."

She blinked, severely caught off guard by the sudden nickname.

"Cat's got your tongue?"

SHe glared at him from the ground. She couldn't get up without disturbing the fawn. Her voice was an angry hush too. "Why are you here?"

"Can't a man just venture into the forest to enjoy the sights?" He pointed at the deer at the fawn on her lap. "What happened to it?"

"He ate poisonous berries."

"Did you see what color they were?"

"No. Wait, what are you?" Plague crouched down to her a closer look at the baby deer's snout. WHen he reached out to tilt the baby's face face the other way Marinette hugged it closer to her body."

"I'm just trying to check for berry bits around his mouth." He was gentle when checking the fawn's snout, making sure to avoid touching it with his claws. He curved his claws away his fingertips and the baby's fur. There was red berry bits and juice coating the fur around its mouth. There were tiny round seeds tangled up in it's fur too.

"Black bryony." He started digging in his pocket and pulled out a navy blue pouch. He pulled the string and the pouch fell around a vial filled with a light pink liquid. "They are poisonous."

"I thought black bryony didn't grow on this side of the forest." She eyeballed the vial wearily.

"They don't. They usually grow in the woods. Someone must have planted one here or the wind blew some of it's seeds here." He nudged it's mouth open with his thumb and poured the liquid past it's lips and down it's throat. The fawn's eyes twitched as it tried to open them. Marinette shushed it still and it fell back into a slumber. It's chest rising and falling in a still slowed pace but slightly faster.

"The antidote is kicking in, It's going to be fine." He rose from his kneeling position and put the empty vial back into the pouch. He walked towards the humming sound. He stopped when the hummin sounded like it coming from right in front of him. He reached his hand out to feel for it.

"The field emits a silent siren to the kwamis and Master Fu. If you touch it they'll know you're here." She was petting the top of the fawn's head. It's ears flicked back and forwards in unconscious enjoyment. He then remembered her words from earlier.

"He's dangerous."

"Why are you telling me this? You hate me." Her fingers stopped petting for a moment then continued at a slower pace.

"I don't know, maybe because of gratitude."

"A simple thank you would have sufficed."

"..."

'Of course.' He has the information he needed. He tucked his pouch back into his pocket and walked past Marinette back into the forest.

"Thank you." It was soft and wind-swept when it reached his ears. But it made him smile nonetheless.

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