Jack, if you'll remember, is Cat's father. Renowned spy. Get it? Good.
Jack sat back in his chair, resting his feet on the desk before him. There was hardly room to even fit his feet for coded paperwork and files were stacked precariously all over the surface. Suddenly, his office door flew open. Silence reached for his dagger under the table but stopped when he saw a familiar messenger. "Jerry, did I teach the code knocks for no reason at all?"
The boy blushed and shook his head furiously. "Ah well. What is it?"
Jerry raced forward to hand Jack a small stack of paper. "Reports, sah. We jolly well just found out some dangerous information about Malvint, sah. We have reason to believe they're plannin' a bally attack!"
Jack had his feet on the ground and was standing before Jerry could blink. "Have you shown this to the king, yet?"
"Err… no. Well, ye said to take all battle stuff to ye. Why would the jolly king need to know?"
Jack answered as he raced to the door, "Because his son is over there right now!"
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Just kidding. You didn't really think I wouldn't let you know who was on top of the wall? Tsk, tsk.
Cat froze, unsure of what to say. "Captain Collins?" she asked warily.
"Commander now, Ms. Jarewl. Where's Silence?" he called down, scanning the road to see if the spy was just lagging behind.
"It's just me this time. So, can you please…" Cat said, gesturing to the gates.
"Only if you and your royalty will join me for a spot of tea!" Cat looked over at James and Nathan for confirmation, then nodded up to the battlements.
The giant doors swung open and Cat led Ash slowly inside. The giant stone walls were at least three feet thick and they were stretched as far as the eye could see. Cat touched the pale yellow sandstone as she went by, enjoying the cold surface under her travel-worn fingertips.
"Well, we can take tea up here, if you'd like. Just up those stairs to your left to get up top," said Commander Collins genially.
Robert Collins was an old friend of Jack's, but Cat had never been sure if she could trust him, for when Collins and Jack were friends back in the day, he betrayed him over a petty argument and nearly caused Jack to die. No, Cat couldn't trust him, but she could trust him more than anyone else in Malvint.
"How do you know this guy?" asked James as they tied their horses to a post below.
"Old family friend," she said casually, not letting any of her distrust show in her voice.
With Cat leading, they climbed the smooth sandstone stairs and found Collins seated a small table covered in a mountain of food waiting in the closest station. From where Callie was still perched on Nathan's shoulder, she meowed to Cat, "He better have something for me and Cy!"
The blue cat on Cat's shoulders nodded and looked at a small plate of salmon that was gently steaming and began purring loudly. 'I think I'm going to like Malvint,' purred Cylon happily.
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