a/n: Sorry for the long wait. I'm back now. This chapter isn't very long but I wanted to update as soon as possible. I had to make invisible cookies though for spottyslope, Irish Ninja Chick, and Aly-of-Tortall13. I hope you like them. Shang Leopard also gets one for making me laugh. Thank you feathersofbronze for checking Lerant for me. Also thank you avearia for your awesome suggestions. I revised the first and second chapter so if you want to look you can but they aren't very different. Also, call me Meathead but I just found out about the Reader Traffic thing and I'm a bit confused. What's the difference between hits and visitors? This author's note is longer then this chapter so I'll start writing now. Wait. One last thing. The poll is closed and deleted so you won't get to see who the double agent is. I went a little against the poll but you'll see. Anyways. Onwards with the story.
Neal and Owen walked down a long corridor to their rooms. The slightly musty and dark corridor gave off a sense of secrecy and scariness. However, Neal dismissed this feeling as irrational fear. If he would have known about the hooded figures following him though, he would have proclaimed himself a seer. As Neal and Owen neared the end of the hall, the cloaked figures revealed there presence to them. "Who are you?" asked Neal, quaking with fear as the figures advanced.
"You don't need to know that but we have a proposition for you," remarked the largest one whose cloak seemed to be too short as his ankles were protruding from the bottom, "We want you to become double agents for Raoul."
Owen clapped gleefully. "That would be jolly good fun!" Neal was still trembling visibly.
Neal, in a high and squeaky voice, finally said, "Alanna will disembowel us."
"But we would have jolly good fun," whined Owen.
Refusing to admit defeat, Neal pulled himself to his full height (which was still a head shorter than the big stranger) and said rather dramatically, "I'll never betray my country."
The big one cracked his knuckles loudly and the two others drew their swords. "Well then, I suppose we'll have to disembowel you."
"Now look at what you've done. This won't be jolly," chided Owen.
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Elsewhere in the palace, Alanna was searching furiously for a piece of paper. This piece of paper was vital to her operation. As she overturned tables and chairs, she became a thought struck her. She knew she couldn't have lost the blueprints. They were with her at all times. But honestly. Raoul wouldn't sink that low. Actually yes he would. Enraged, Alanna seized a quill and paper she started planning her revenge.
A/N: I'm a bit stuck now. What should the revenge be? Suggestions always help. I don't know when I'll update so I suppose you'll just have to keep checking.