I don't think my grammar is to good in this chapter. Just fix things as you go along. This is the longest chapter so far, and the next will probably be even longer. I am taking a lot of liberties with this universe. Most fanfic writers do, but I was really frustrated with JK Rowling for not describing the industry of diagon and of the wizarding world in general. So I created a few things here or there.
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Chapter Six Pt 1: Treasure Under Hogwarts
Back at the Gringotts bank, the Craig Brothers asked a couple more questions of Sharpclaw. Particularly dealing with prices of rare potions ingredients. Sharpclaw emphasized that Gringotts was willing to purchase any rare products at slightly under market price. They would pay double for items that the goblins could use to further control the wizarding economy.
They left Sharpclaw with a simple: don't go anywhere, we'll be back. The brothers left Sharpclaw with a cautious and calculating expression. They barely made it back into Diagon before the doors of the mighty bank closed for the evening. Using a portion of their remaining galleons, the two stocked up on empty boxes and potion vials. They purchased two portkeys, one to take them to the edge of Hogsmeade, the other to bring them back.
For Scott, portkey travel was a lot like traveling the world-shifter.
Except instead of a terrible pain, it felt like your body was squeezed through a small tube at the speed of light, and roughly deposited on the other side. As the swirling blue light faded away both Scott and Nate stared up at the night sky. Neither of them felt like rising, but Nate shook off the butterflies in his stomach, and the tingling that made his feet twitch. He was up first and able to lend a hand to his brother. The two surveyed the town for a moment. Hogsmeade looked a lot like small German towns during Christmas. Cobblestone streets with eighteenth century architecture, gas lighting and a hazy, comfy, atmosphere. Three pubs stood along the main street and all of them glowed brightly in the dusk of the waning day. Merry music and raucous laughter was the only artificial sound that permeated the small town.
"We shouldn't be able to see any of this," Scott muttered under his breath. They slowly walked up the street, keeping tight hold of their packs and duffel bags.
"How so?" Nate asked. His eyes scanned the small alleys and streets they passed.
"We aren't magical. We're what they call muggles. We should not be able to see magical things. This whole town should just disappear before our eyes. Hell, we wouldn't be able to see Hogwarts for that matter either." Scott explained. They were slowly reaching the outskirts of the town.
"We're from another universe," Nate told him. The finality in his words resonated with Scott.
"You think that world-shifter changed us? Mae it so we could see magic?" He asked.
"I think we're from another universe. Don't question it. Besides we got a job to do,"
They reached the edge of town and gazed upon a brilliantly lit castle. Hogwarts was magnificent in the early evening, with a dozen spiraling towers and high walls covering the primary keep. A thousand yards of rich green grass separated hogsmeade from hogwarts, with a large lake inside the perimeter. The tall trees of the Forbidden Forest stood on the west side of the castle and formed a slight perimeter around the grounds. This was the brother's primary target.
The two hustled from the Hogwarts gates and ghosted to the treeline, hiding just out of view of the castle. They waited quietly in the darkness, listening to the bugs around them and smelling the air. Once they were sure they were alone the two brothers broke into their gear. The clothing of the night was black from head to toe, with a black assault vest going over their ripstop BDUs.
They packed light. Pistols with spare magazines only. This was a school of children after all. They took their modified ALICE packs, and made sure their assault vests were full of non-lethal items for distraction and possibly interdiction. Neither man wanted to kill or hurt anyone at the school, but neither man wanted to get caught either.
When they were finally ready they went over their plan one last time.
"The portraits will give us away immediately. The moment we're in the atrium they'll probably warn that bitch in there of where we are. So we'll have to run. All I know is that the target is located under the sink of the second floor girls bathroom, so when you get to the second floor, stay on it. We'll split up to cover more ground." Scott told Nate.
"What about patrols? You told me earlier the kids patrol the halls at night? What do we do with them?" Nate asked, a dubious expression on his face. Scott shrugged.
"Taze them, knock them out, and tie them up. All I can advise for now."
The Craig brothers silently crossed the open grassy field, each moving at a fast crouch. The partial clouds of the sky kept the bathing moonlight dim, lengthening the shadows. Nate kept nervously glancing at the windows of the castle, expecting a spotter to mark them out in the open. Surprisingly they reached the great doors to the main hall undiscovered. Nate shook his head in disgust over the lax security.
Scott reached into his pack and produced a small lock pick kit. Nate watched his brother work for a moment. He grunted, grabbed the handle, and opened the massive door a crack with a sharp pull. Scott stared at the crack for a few seconds. He glanced back at Nate.
"If their not watching the grounds, what makes you think the door is locked?" Nate whispered to him, a smirk forming on his lips. Scott shook his head and as soft as possible levered open the door so they could both slip in.
The atrium of Hogwarts was a grand hall whose ceiling towered over their heads a good thirty feet. A wide staircase greeted their front, and seemed to forever rise into the ceiling. Two doors greeted their right and left, and Scott knew the one on the right led directly tot he great hall. Both men took the staircase at a run and split up in opposite directions at the second floor.
The long halls were a mix match of black and green marble with white limestone for the floors. Paintings of every shape and size dotted the walls, with the occasional suit of armor, and display rack of ancient tomes or weapons. IT was all the very image of a medieval castle, and for the Craig brothers, very confusing. Scott checked each door he came across, slowing his search for the hundreds of entrances to the walls. Twice he had to duck behind a tapestry or suit of armor at the sound of footsteps ahead or behind him. He heard voices, light and high pitched, as if from children. But the ominous walls seemed to bounce these sounds across the castle. Their location could not be pin pointed.
Scott cursed silently as he saw a dim light at the head of the hallway. He ducked into the entrance way of a classroom and held as still as possible. The light brightened and was accompanied by the soft fall of feet. The mercenary's keen ears caught the squeaking of a lamp and labored breathing of an elderly searcher. He glanced at the portraits, all sleeping peacefully. He didn't want to wake them up with a sudden conflict. The light was very close now, almost around the corner.
"Found it!" The hash of the radio cut through the darkness, forcing a soft sigh out of Scott's mouth. His right hand clamped over the cut off switch, while his left fished out a black box from his BDUs. The light had stopped and there was a very loud shuffle of feet.
"Whose there?" The gruff voice shook the paintings, making a few figures open their sleepy eyes.
"If you don't show yerself now, when I catch you I'll beat yer bottom raw. Dumbledore be damned!"
Scott struck. He jumped out from the passageway and took in the caretakers appearance at a glance. Filthy rags hung over a skinny frame, face half covered by gray and greasy hair. Filch held a yellow oil lantern high and close to his face. Scott's appearance startled the old man, and froze him for a second. That was all the time Scott needed.
One step brought him into Filch's personal space, where he sunk a gloved fist deep into the older man's stomach. The lantern hit the floor with a crash and the illuminated hallway was drenched in darkness. Filch gasped and folded over Scott's right arm. The mercenary raised his left and lightly activated his stungun at the base of Filch's neck. The snapping of the electrical charge lasted three seconds, but Filch's body went limp.
Scott lowered Filch to the floor and holstered his stungun.
"And who might you be?"
The voice startled Scott and sent him spinning around, crouched low in a defensive stance. He found a half dozen pairs of eyes staring back at him. The portraits seemed to finally be awake. Scott grabbed for his radio and set off at a brisk jog back the way he had come.
"Point me the way, brother." He said softly. Nate relayed the instructions. "Alright, plant the C4 and blow it. I just got made. I'll catch you down the tunnel. We got to move fast."
Scott found Nate's hallway and accelerated to a sprint. A few moments into the run he felt the walls and floor vibrate with a dull thump. The explosion was terribly loud, but it lit up the bathroom beautifully. The fire extinguished under a rolling cloud of pulverized marble and limestone dust. Scott hit the bathroom and stood grinning at the damage. The second floor bathroom, home of the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets was completely destroyed. The sinks and statues were gone, replaced by a gaping maw a good two meters in diameter. Individual stalls were collapsed and pushed against the walls. Every ruptured faucet seemed to have cut loose, releasing an endless torrent of water. It was beautiful.
Scott focused on two ropes fashioned to pipes where the stalls used to be. He snatched one up and jumped into the hole in the floor. Lightly gripping the rope for stability, Scot flew down the drainpipe. His fun ride ended with a jarring crash on a pile of rotting flesh and bones.
"Should've used the rope!" Scott looked up and saw Nate at the end of the vast chamber, an LED flashlight providing the only illumination.
"Shit that hurt! Don't got the time. Maybe five minutes tops before they find us. You get into the chamber yet? Did you find the snake?" Scott levered himself up and rolled his shoulders a bit. He caught up to Nate to find him gesturing towards the Chamber door.
"Found it!" They walked in to find the carcass of a very dead eighty foot long basilisk. Scott let out a long low whistle.
"Book said a twelve year old kid killed the thing with a sword and a gold bird. Let's check out it's mouth."
Rigor mortise had long set in, requiring them to use entrenching shovels from their packs to lever open the jaw. Scott used a fighting knife to nick at the bottom of one of the hundreds of long teeth within the massive snake's mouth. He pulled several potion vials out of his bag and held one up to the nicked fang. Scott gave the stiff tooth a hard squeeze and whistled again as a trickle of black viscous liquid poured out and into the vial.
"Black gold, just like oil! Fill em up!" Scott crowed to his brother who was mimicking his movements. They moved from fang to fang, using gravity to do most of the work on the upper jaw. The front fifteen teen had copious quantities of the venom within, while a token trickle fell from the back teeth. They both came to the same conclusion, that the venom sacks were located in the upper mouth just under the snout.
Six minutes later they had a dozen full vials. Scott tried to slice off large segments of the snake's skin, but he growled in frustration as the Basilisk hide dulled the knife blade. He would need a diamond saw to hack into such a hide.
"Forget the skin. Try to cut out some of those fangs. Take them intact if you can," Scott said to Nate. He pulled out a smaller knife from his combat boot. This one had a razor sharp edge. "I'll start working on the eyes,"
Another minute later both men froze in place. Their heads swiveled as one down the hall towards the chamber door. They listened and heard it again, the soft patter of feet and moaning of whispered voices. The brothers shared a look.
"Pack it up, I'll buy you time," Nate whispered first. Scott eased over the top of the snake's snout and loaded up the potion vials and harvested fangs. Nate took off at a jog reaching the chamber door in moments. He unclipped a 10oz canister of OC pepper spray from his vest and stuck the nozzel through the doorway releasing the full contents in one arcing wave. He ducked back and palmed his only two M84 stun grenades. He waited patiently listening to the sounds inside of the atrium.
Someone started coughing. That voice was followed by six different others. A moaning mass of unfortunates just stumbled into Nate's cloud of mace.
"Bloody hell, what is this stuff!"
"Lumos, can't see a damn thing."
Nate counted to three then popped the rings off his grenades and hurled them both inside the atrium. He took off back towards Scott, his mouth open and eyes closed. Three seconds later the double BANG thudded through his chest and rang in his ears. He shook his head to clear the jumble and skidded to a stop next to Scott. The moaning mass of wizards in the atrium were now screaming either in fear or in pain.
"All set?" Nate asked. Scott handed him an ALICE pack, shrugged on his own. He glanced back down the hall and shook his head.
"Wizards! Foolish ignorant bastards," Scott held out the portkey, and a second later the two were whisked away. An incredibly easy escape.
The portkey deposited them roughly on the outside of Hogwarts's wards. They trekked to the edge of the forest and rolled out a pair of bivouac sacks. Neither man built a fire, nor did they let out any light. The Alice packs went into the sacks and they wrapped up in military ponchos to stay warm. Sleeping outside under the stars was a given in any military profession. Knowing how to live hard was instinctual. As he drifted off to sleep, Nate remembered his last few weeks of Force Recon training. It was a thirty six hour wait for their target to show in the middle of a Louisiana swamp. After taking the shot and scoring high for their test, Nate and his spotter huffed it fifteen kilometers to the safe point, dodging Opfor patrols and scary black clad drill instructors. They made it on no sleep and very little time, muddy and drenched to the bone. That evening Nate sacked out on the concrete floor of the barracks and slept like a baby without a pillow. At the time it was the most comfortable bed he had ever felt.
Nate and Scott were up slightly after dawn. No denizens of the forest approached their small camp, possibly due to their proximity to the outer wards of Hogsmeade. There was also a good chance the creatures of the forest had seen the few claymore mines Nate had set up for camp security. At nine o'cock, they portkeyed into Diagon, right outside the steps of Gringotts bank. The brothers watched mesmerized as their portkeys burned up in their hands, leaving them with no further means of transportation. It didn't matter they were exactly where they needed to be.
Shaprclaw stared at them the moment they walked inside. The little goblin never even so much as glanced away as the bothers walked up to his desk. Scott keyed his modified pack and set down a single vial of basilisk venom on Sharpclaw's desk. He pushed it forward.
"Need a price quote on this stuff." Scott said. Sharpclaw snatched up the vial and uncorked the lid risking a smell. Scott watched in satisfaction as the goblin's eyes widened and his small jaw fell open. Sharpclaw regained his composure immediately.
"Please wait here while I verify the contents," Sharpclaw said. He hopped off his chair and waddled away. Scott smiled slightly and leaned on the desk. Nate stood as still as a stature but a smirk was slowly finding a way on his face.
Sharpclaw was back several minutes later, but he brought two other goblins in tow. Scott glanced around and saw several of the goblins in the bank staring at the pair. The sudden attention made him very uncomfortable.
"Contents have been verified. At current market price, 4oz of liquid basilisk venom sells for twenty five hundred galleons. Gringotts is willing to offer an even two thousand." Sharpclaw said. Scott looked at Nate and a silent agreement sped between them. He slowly fished out the other eleven vials and placed them one by one on the desk in a nice little line. The three goblins stared at the small fortune for a long moment. Sharpclaw scooped up the elven vials and carefully handed them over to his associates.
"We will of course verify their contents before payment. Black ink is not a proper substitute." Sharpclaw said.
"People'd be stupid enough to try something like that?" Nate rumbled behind Scott. Sharpclaw grinned evilly at them, revealing several rows of sharp teeth.
"You would be surprised, sir at a wizard's arrogance. Mere goblins must be below their level of intelligence." Sharpclaw explained.
"We have other ingredients for you." Scott broke in. He pulled out one of the four basilisk fangs they liberated. He set the sixteen inch long tooth on the desk.
"Where did you get this?" Sharpclaw asked. He made no move to touch the fang despite its proximity.
"You don't need to know that. Suffice it to say we liberated it for you." Scott told him.
"Who are you? Who do you represent?" Sharpclaw's eyes were now narrow slits. His upper lip was curled back in a snarl.
"We're mercenaries. We work for whoever pays the most. And right now we represent ourselves. That's all you need to know. You want to make some gold? Give use a fair price and hold on the questions. If not we'll take our business elsewhere." Scott said.
It was a bluff and all of them knew it. Selling such valuable ingredients piecemeal would deplete the circulating gold in diagon. They might get full price for a few vials from one shop, but then lose on a sale in the next. The only way to make money and do so consistently is if they sold to the card holders.
His point had been accepted, apparently. Sharpclaw slowly eased the fang over to his side of the desk. When his helpers returned he passed on the fang to be checked as well. Scott gave them the other three in his pack to expedite the process.
"That is twenty four thousand galleons for twelve vials of basilisk venom. If the fangs check out, as I'm sure they will, we can offer three thousand galleons each." Sharpclaw said.
Scott slowly shook his head at the offer. "Fangs make good wand components. Give me fifteen hundred for each or I'm off to Olivanders." Scott said.
The fangs checked out and Sharpclaw agreed to the sum for the fangs. Scott had a sinking feeling that he and Nate just got skinned badly, however they had more than enough gold to get the job done. The brothers left Gringotts with their full money bags and returned to Zane's only this time the Spider Hag was no where to be found. The door still opened for them however, and the brothers let themselves into Zane's store.
The short goblin was nowhere to be seen, even after Nate called loudly for his presence. They resolved to wait patiently in front of the desk. They didn't wait long. A sharp crack and a clattering sound of pots and pans on the floor, filled the small shop. Nate and Scott shot up from their seats, hands clasping pistols. They watched as Zane stumbled out from one of the back isles of junk, cursing to himself and dusting off his clothes. He hopped up to the top of the desk and shot a bleary eye at the two men.
"What're ye fer?" He asked. Zane plopped down on top of his desk and rubbed his fore head with his hand.
"We're here for the list. We have enough to pay for everything on it." Scott answered. Zane let out a snort and hopped off the desk top disappearing back into the store. There was more sounds of the goblin rooting around inside. He appeared again and dropped two parcels on the desk.
"Two invisibility cloaks, five thousand a piece," Zane barked at them. He disappeared again. Scott slid the cloak out of the parcel and tried it on. He swirled the fabric over his shoulders and tried to get the rest around his pack. He glanced up at Nate.
"How do I look?" Scott asked with a grin. Nate's shocked expression told him immediately the cloak was working.
"You don't." Nate answered after overcoming his shock. The bigger brother slipped the parcel off his desk and into the pack. Scott pulled the cowl of the cloak over his head. He fastened the cloak shut at the front and tested his mobility.
"Can you see my legs?" He asked. Nate, eyes roving over the space he knew Scott existed, finally glanced down.
"I can see your boots. The cloak might be hung up on your pack. Might be the thing will cover you without it." Nate told him.
"That's about what I figured." Scott said as he threw off the cloak and folded it up nicely. He packed it away fro safe keeping. Zane appeared again and left two small boxes on the desk. He stayed for a moment to explain the items were necklaces connected to an enchanted and warded medallion. The enchantments protected against physical attacks only, such as swords, axes, arrows, and possibly from firearms. The medallions also created a medium strength occlumency shield around their minds.
The medallions were rechargeable if their strength was depleted and could be fed energy from any high heat source, like a chemical or gas fire. The total price was two thousand galleons each.
Zane propped himself up on the desk and looked at the men closely.
"I have two sets of dragon hide torso armor. As it is not a full suit each set comes out to be three thousand galleons. Is this agreeable to you?" Zane asked, scrutinizing them closely.
They both nodded, neither really caring for the full body suits they found in Diagon Alley. Despite their gold boon they didn't have near enough to get everything on the list. Already their bill was twenty thousand. With seven left over Scott was starting to worry they wouldn't have enough funds to acquire the muggle goods on their other list.
"Your list covered other items for enchantments. May I see them?" Zane asked. Scott and Nate handed over their assault vests, holsters, gun cases, and all their spare magazines.
"We need each individual pouch enchanted to double their capacity. Same for the holsters. We also need a featherlight enchantment so everything does not weigh us down. The magic must not interfere with any muggle electronic devices we might attach to them." Scott shot out the instructions.
After looking over their gear for several moments, Zane let out a gruff snort.
"Doable. Five hundred for the trouble. And these?" Zane lifted up a magazine.
"The metal boxes are called magazines and can be use to store up to thirty metal cartridges of ammunition for –
"Yes, yes, I know what these are. What do you take me for, some ignorant wizard? We goblins pride ourselves in our knowledge. You want these to be enlarged as well?" Zane barked at them.
"Within reason. They need to fit into the mag well of a combat rifle and flawlessly feed into the weapon. The enchantments should also not interfere with our electronics." Scott explained. He and Nate placed ten magazines each for their main battle rifles and for their pistols. Zane looked at the heap and rather than celebrate the work, sighed in frustration.
"What you want borders on technomancy. Ministry decree makes it illegal to combine muggle technology and magic with the intent to do harm. I could be jailed for what you are asking!" Zane spoke quietly.
Scott and Nate shared a look.
"Well since we're already going down that road," Nate said to Scott. Scott knew Nate was thinking of their combat rifles.
"There's not much I think we should modify. We could make them weightless, but that would throw off our balance. I've trained myself to work past the FAL's muzzle climb and recoil. We change anything I would need to relearn all of that." Scott told him. Nate rolled that over in his brain.
"True, but think of the long gain! A .308 that kisses your shoulder with the recoil of a .22LR? And a forced twenty kilometer ruck march with a weapon that weighs a pound instead of twelve? We can take some time here to retrain ourselves. This is something we need to do!" Nate was adamant.
Scott finally relented. He unpacked his FAL and Glock and placed the weapons on the desk. Nate followed his example.
"You know how a muggle firearm functions?" Scott asked Zane. He got a cold look in response. "Right. You make these guns weigh less, and reduce the felt recoil from their calibers. Maybe give them some extended range. We'll take a few enchantments for durability and reliability, and finish it up with a silencer and a honing charm for our knives. You do all that, plus the bags we'll give you three thousand even."
"Illegal. Technomany in it's purest form. I must ask what you intend to do with this power? What do mere muggles plan to gain from this?" One of Zane's hands had slipped out of view. His hand probably grasping a weapon out of sight.
Scott felt Nate tense behind him. Their weapons were within reach on the counter, but they would lose time snatching them up. Scott could probably get to his SOG knife strapped to his thigh, but he doubted the dull blade would be of much use here.
"Alright. We are mercenaries. Both of us are squibs cast out of some unsavory pure-blood families. We plan to lay in a trap for your local terrorist. The idiot parading around as Lord Voldemort. We're going to introduce him to how muggles like to fight a war."
Zane was silent for a long time. Finally, his hand eased from behind the desk.
"Just Voldemort? No others?" He asked. Zane's low voice was gaining in strength but it still remained a whisper.
"Him and any Death Eaters we come across. I doubt one of their shields can stand up against some thirty cal bullets out of these babies." Scott said. The smirk on his face was genuine.
"And then what?" You two will go back to the muggle world carrying my bloody enchantments?"
"We're mercenaries. We hire out to the highest bidder. When we get back, your enchantments will let us do our job better. If you want a particular destination in mind, there's a bunch of Christians needing help in South Sudan. About to be over run and they need some military consultation."
"Fine. Your price is good. Come by tomorrow morning to pick them up. If I find you have spoken a word of this matter to any ministry supporter or official, you will become the least favorite people of the goblin nation. There is no crevice, hole, or abandoned cave on this earth that will hide you from us. Do you understand?"
Scott and Nate nodded and left the small shop. They found another dealership in Knockturn that hired out the services of House Elves. As Scott and Nate stood surveying the store, Scott noticed the odd looks and wide berths the other citizens of the alley were giving them. It seems word had spread that there were two new bad asses in town. Perhaps the Hogwarts attack had finally made the papers.
"What do we need here?" Nate asked.
"These elves can jump all over the world. We leave our duffels here with our money and they can get any normal item we want. I'm thinking we get ourselves a large cache of weapons, ammo, and explosives. Throw some food, water, and sustainable supplies into the mix and we're set." Scott told him.
The house elves were contracted to work for the business for a small fee, taken out of the service charge. For ten galleons a person could rent the services of an elf for the entire day. Scott got two elves and gave them half of their gold, and well as their duffel bags. He wrote out two identical lists and touched it up with some personal items. They gave the elves explicit instructions about where they were to go and asked them to find as much as they could. If the elves spent the full amount that was alright.
After leaving the service store, the brothers made it back to Diagon. They found a trunk dealer and purchased two identical trunks. Each had a large empty space that measured a thousand square feet, with a ladder leading down to the floor. The trunks came with security pass codes and internal alarms for the people inside. If Scott or Nate decided to sleep in the trunk, an alarm would sound if an unwanted person was trying to gain entry.
The trunks were weightless and had a shrinking charm activated by verbal command. All of the magical attachments to the trunk were self sustaining and did not rely on a witch or wizards magical core. These were the type of trunks bought and sold to squibs and muggle parents of magical students. Each trunk cost the brothers five hundred galleons.
After leaving the trunk store, the brothers found a seedy pub at the end of the alley. Inside they rented a room and bought a meal, finding a dark corner where they could talk and plan accordingly.
"Tomorrow night, The main character of this little adventure is going to blunder into a trap and get a bunch of kids hurt." Scott began.
"Anybody dead?"
"Yeah, Harry's godfather gets whacked. Then he goes off and faces Voldemort and gets his brain scrambled. Here's what were going to do. After Zane fixes our gear, we're going to the ministry. We don our cloaks inside and wait until closing time. You get set up in the main atrium. There should be a fountain there. There's some nice sniper nests in there, and your cloak should keep you protected. You're going to take the kill shot on Voldemort. Don't skimp. Blow him away. You also have weapons free on any Death Eaters you see. Those bastards have dark cloaks with silver or white masks on their faces. You got that?" Scott asked.
"Got it, kill the honcho and any cocksuckers under him."
"Good. I'll take out the ones fighting the kids and the Order. IF we do this right, we can ghost in and out without anybody noticing us."
"And if we are found out? What then? We could shift back home." Nate said. Scott scratched his chin for a moment. Subconsciously he was slightly surprised to find a great deal of stubble. He worked out the possibilities in his mind.
"If we get captured, we stick with the hardliner approach. I can do most of the talking since I know most of the book. These medallions should keep our minds safe from any prying eyes. We might be able to give them a leg up on future information. If we are captured, get away as soon as possible. If we can't do that, we disable them. If their going to force the issue we go lethal and take out however many we need to in order to escape."
Nate looked at him slightly surprised. Scott saw the look and waved it off. He took a sip of his fire whiskey and whistled at the flavor. The drink was strong and yet smooth. A river of fire poured into his stomach and smoke curled around his ears. It was the best damn drink he'd ever tasted.
"Get a few bottles of this stuff," Nate muttered after his own sip. Scott smiled.
"Hell, we got the room. Let's pack up the whole damn supply. As many bottles as it takes." Scott told him. They shook on it.
"All that matters is we get out of here with our gear intact. With these weapons we can conquer most fantasy worlds, and build up a sizable amount of wealth." Scott finally resumed. Nate was nodding his head grinning wildly at the idea.
"We're going to be mercenaries. True ones. Hell, I'm down with that idea!" He said.
"Yeah, at least until we can create our own wealth. Let's get a room and plan things out in detail." Scott said, downing the rest of his drink with a satisfied gulp.