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Notice:Trinity Blood War Continuum takes place one month after the events from the anime's finale episode 24 along with some elements, characters and things that will be used and taken from both manga's Rage Against the Moons (RAM), Reborn on the Mars (ROM). In addition to some spoilers from stories untold notes left by Yoshida Sunao which he intended to finish off the manga series supposedly. Basically 50/50 will be used on both the anime and manga to those whom are more familiar with manga then others will see this implants as the story develops. Trinity Blood is set in a post-apocalyptic world where the Roman Catholic Church/the Vatican is portrayed as a military and spiritual power. The series also strongly implies major and controversial changes in the Church of present reality, such as women being bishops, cardinals as well as romantic relationships and marriages between members of the clergy. If this disturbs you of form or shape of or on imagination then do not read this story.
Trinity Blood: War Continuum - Chapter Seventeen - Plans
Esther woke the next morning, much calmer. As she settled down to the breakfast Sieglind provided, her mind was already occupied with things she needed for an escape.
I need a weapon. Even if I can't hurt them, I need something that might hurt any lower ranked Methuselah. And to fight off any normal opponents. I need clothing, and food for at least two days of running, most likely. Probably three. And I need to know where I'm going, if there are any main roads, and if there are any towns. Towns will be a good place to get provisions, possibly to contact someone, if it's a large enough settlement. And I need to find a way out.
The thoughts chased themselves through her mind as she absentmindedly picked through her food. I suppose it isn't much, but I should probably continue my surveillance from the North Tower. If I'm planning to escape, I'll need to know where the guards are, how many there are, and when they change shifts.
Esther sighed. There was so much to think of. She looked at the plate in front of her. I wonder if…would it be possible for me to store food here?
"Do you require something, Mistress?" Sieglind appeared at her elbow.
"Oh…it's nothing in particular. It's just…well, I'm rather full now, but I was wondering if I should store some of this for later. I know…you'll bring meals but…I thought perhaps, if I got hungry in the meantime, that I should have some food here."
"Negative. My orders are to take care of all your needs. If you wish food outside of scheduled meals, I will provide it."
Esther knew better than to press the matter. Not only would the Doll not change, but asking further would create suspicions. "I see. Thank you." She rose from her seat. "I think I'd like to go up to the North Tower again."
"Very well. I will prepare your bath and your clothing." Sieglind cleared the last of the breakfast dishes, then went to the other room. Esther eyed the plates settled on the edge of the table, but she didn't dare to try anything. She was already aware the Doll had excellent hearing, as well as a number of other sensors.
She waited until Sieglind came out, then went to her bath, still pondering the question of how to obtain supplies. There had to be a way. But then, she also needed to find an escape route.
The answer didn't come while she sat soaking, nor as she changed into the simple red and gold outfit Sieglind had for her. She slid her hand along the fold as they travelled the corridor, measuring it in her mind. The material was much sturdier than the stuff her more formal wear was made of. It was also much thicker. Her shoes weren't the boots she'd have preferred, but they didn't have heels like her formal shoes, and she knew she could probably run in them. After all, they weren't much different from the shoes she'd worn as a Sister.
Finally, they emerged onto the tower garden. Esther took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of soil and plants. She smiled a little. Even now, the smell reassured her, calmed her nerves. No matter what the situation was, she found a garden soothing. She moved to the middle of the area, gazing around at the small bushes and ornamental trees. After a moment, she moved to lay a hand on the trunk of one. She felt the rough bark under her fingers, and smiled softly.
After a moment, she shook off the nostalgic mood. Though the small enclosure was soothing, she had a mission. She took a few more steps forward, letting her hand run across the plants as if she were day-dreaming, then stopped to lean against the wall. She leaned forward, taking deep breaths and let her neck relax. A gentle breeze blew her long red hair back, and she closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying it, then opened them and leaned against the wall, keeping her face calm and happy as she surveyed the scenery.
She'd chosen the western wall this time, the one over the courtyard to this place. From the other walls, it would be difficult to tell where the guards were, but at least from this one she could get some ideas. She leaned forward, focusing on the walls, though she tried to keep her expression relaxed.
For a moment, she didn't see anything. Then a flicker of movement caught her eyes. She shifted her gaze, noting a small form on the wall, taking short steps back and forth. There was too much distance between them for her to make out much, but she did see that he never appeared to face her, and that the area of his march was fairly small. She filed the information away, then scanned the walls, looking for the others.
Now that she'd had practice, spotting the guards got much easier. In short order, she'd located five more, standing on the ramparts, evenly spaced. There looked to be about fifty to sixty feet between them, though it was hard for her to judge. Esther frowned. That distance was more than big enough for them to move without bothering each other. Unfortunately, it didn't leave much of a blind spot. Still, it was more information than she'd had. She lifted her gaze slightly, to stare at the landscape beyond.
It was still a desolate wasteland. But the terrain was also rather broken, jumbled. Though the first several feet from the wall had been cleared, beyond that, there were plenty of places to move unseen. She measured the landscape in her mind, trying to keep the relative distance in her calculations. Though some of the places were too low for her to use, she suspected others would make fine cover. She just had to make it through the guards. But how to do that was quite a different problem.
"You. Terran." A familiar cold female voice cut into her thoughts. Esther spun around.
Helga stood there in her black uniform. She had a veil over her face, and one hand supported a black parasol, obviously to shield her from the effects of the sun. Her face was set in a frown as she looked around the garden. "Trust a Terran wench to want to spend her time playing in the dirt."
Esther bit her lip and fought back her first angry retort. She didn't dare to get angry at this woman right now. Even having to protect herself from daylight, she suspected Helga was a formidable enemy. She took a deep breath, clenching her fist against her temper. "Actually, I was simply considering the view." She glanced back over the wall. "It's a bit desolate, but I suppose it appeals to someone like you."
"Ha. As if I would have any interest in this place." Helga looked over the wall with a sniff. "The forests of my homeland were far more beautiful. However, this is where Mein Herr wishes to be…here in these ruins of Old Berlin. So it is here that we shall stay." She frowned, then tossed her head. "You are to come with me. Mein Herr wishes to speak to you."
Esther nodded. She didn't trust the other woman, and she didn't dare let her feelings of elation slip through her guard. Old Berlin…one of the cities destroyed in Armageddon. But I…I know where that is. Lady Caterina had it marked on one of her maps, and so did Father Wordsworth. It wasn't much to go on, but it was still valuable information.
Together, they stepped into the stairwell, Helga leading, Esther following, and Sieglind a silent shadow behind both of them. Esther watched the other woman fold the parasol, and decided to risk a little more conversation. "I'm surprised you would come to bring me to him."
Helga tossed her head, and her hand tightened on the umbrella handle. "I would see you gone, if I could. But…Mein Herr has chosen you as his favoured woman, and I am sworn to obey Mein Herr in all things. If he requests your presence, then I will bring you to him, whether I wish it or no."
"I see." Esther nodded. She didn't like this woman, but at least she was honest in her antagonism. She was cold, proud and sharp-tongued, but she had none of Isaac's casual cruelty, or Dietrich's perversion. "Well then…I suppose I've no choice but to appreciate your escort." She wasn't sure whether she meant the words to be sarcastic or not, only that she wanted to keep Helga talking.
The other woman made another sound of contempt. "You're a fool to let von Lohengrin touch you, especially when you could have the attentions of my lord."
Esther clenched a fist. "I would never let Dietrich touch me, but it isn't as if I could stop him. I don't…I don't know enough."
Helga shrugged. "Well then, if you cannot even handle a boy like him…that child can't even take a drop of wine without passing out. If you cannot even handle that little Terran brat, then I suspect Mein Herr will tire of you in time. Even if you are a connection to that brother of his."
Esther blinked. "Do you know Father Nightroad?"
"I have encountered him." Helga shrugged dismissively. "He is a foolish man. Such power as he has would be better served at my lord's side. And he chooses to waste it serving that so called 'Lady of Steel'." She shrugged, then stopped. With a start, Esther realized that they were standing outside the doors to Cain's rooms. "Mein Herr awaits you." She stared at Esther for a long moment, unfathomable emotions in her eyes, then turned away and strode toward the staircase that would lead to the lower floors.
Esther watched as the graceful figure swept out of sight, frowning. Though Helga hadn't been polite, she also hadn't been nearly as antagonistic as before. And they'd actually spoken to each other. Rude as the woman was, she'd still answered Esther's words, and led her safely through the halls. She frowned, then pushed the thoughts away from her. The Contra Mundi was waiting, and if she was going to put her plans into action, she had to start now.
He was waiting in his usual place, standing beside a painting with an odd, far-away look on his face. He was fully clothed this time, though she noticed he hadn't put on the white jacket, choosing only to wear his dark pants and shirt. She shifted uneasily, noting the subtle similarity between his outfit and the one Dietrich had worn. But that didn't stop her from stepping forward.
Cain turned as she shut the door behind her. "Hello Esther." He studied her. "Isaac said you were up and wandering around this morning. Are you better then?"
"I…well, yes, somewhat." Esther let her voice get a little shaky. "But I didn't sleep well last night, so…"
"Hmm…Abel won't like that." Cain smiled. He stepped forward. "If you'd like my dear, I'm sure I can help you sleep." There was a look in his eyes that she didn't like.
"No. I'm fine. It's just…" Esther bit her lip. "You say you want to protect me, and then you let people like Isaac and Dietrich and that…that man…the von Neumann, near me."
"Kaspar?" There was faint amusement in the ocean blue eyes. "Well, I suppose he is rather troublesome. Would you like me to eliminate them for you, my dear?"
"No." She wanted to see them gone, but the way he said that made her stomach twist uncomfortably. "But…you had Kampfer take all my weapons. Maybe you care what happens, but your people don't. And even if you can convince these 'gentleman' of yours to behave, you can't promise the same from your other men." She met his eyes with a sharp glare.
"Well, I suppose that is a problem. After all, I still don't know why 02 had you with him. And I'd hate to have Abel get upset at such a minor thing." He shrugged, as if it mattered nothing to him, then smiled. "Well then, did you want me to take you under my protection?"
"No. I want to be able to protect myself." Esther clenched her fists. She swallowed hard, but held the blue eyes with her own. "I want my weapons back."
Cain chuckled slightly. "Well now, I can't have you injuring Isaac. After all, he does help me keep this form of mine intact." He gazed at his hand, then moved forward and caught her wrist. "Of course…if you felt like helping me instead…"
Esther felt a stab of fear go through her as his breath brushed her arm. "Let go of me."
He chuckled. "Come now, my dear. After all, you're keeping company with 02. And really, he's always been the more hot-tempered of the two of us."
"That isn't my concern." Esther glared at him, trying to keep her heart from pounding too much, trying to keep her face from showing her fear. "I just…" She bit her lip. "I don't…"
He shrugged. "Well, it's fine. Though…if you're still worried about Dietrich…"
"That's why I want my weapons. I don't intend to let him do that again."
"Hmmm…well, if it makes you feel better, then I suppose it's no harm. After all, even 02 can't do much against this form of mine. But my dear, I would prefer you not hurt Isaac. He still is rather useful to me."
Esther shook her head. "I just don't want to have any more incidents like the one with Dietrich."
"Very well." He shifted his stance slightly, disinterest in his eyes. "I'll have Sieglind get you something, if it will make you feel better." He lifted one hand. "Ah…well, it's time for Isaac to visit me. We'll talk more later." He turned and disappeared into his other rooms. Esther exhaled, a deep sigh of relief, and left.
She spent the remainder of the day in her rooms. Around mid-afternoon, Sieglind approached her. "Mein Herr said you are permitted to have a weapon. Inform me as to your preferences, and I will make a selection for you."
What she wanted was a gun, with silver tipped bullets and a large caliber. She'd had one of those when she worked in the AX, and if it hadn't been for Virgil, she'd have kept it. But she doubted that Sieglind would supply her with a weapon so obviously meant for combating Methuselah. Her second choice would have been a crossbow with silver nitrate coating or silver arrows, but she discarded that choice for the same reason. It was too obviously meant for attack. She considered a moment more. "Well, I'd prefer a knife or dagger, about six or eight inches long, if possible." She bit her lip, trying to look concerned. "And I know…well, I know it might sound a little rude of me, but I'd prefer one with a silver edge, or some silver nitrate, in case one of the lower ranked members gets ideas."
"Affirmative. I will check our weapons stores." Sieglind left and returned about an hour later holding three daggers of varying lengths. "Master says you may choose one of these."
Esther examined all three weapons. They were all perfectly balanced, and a good eight inches each. One was a little heavier than she wanted. Of the other two, she chose the one that would be easiest to conceal. As she checked the fit, Sieglind handed her a small bottle. "Silver Nitrate, Mistress. However, Master says you may not have it when accompanied by Master Isaac or the others."
Esther nodded. "I understand." She hoped she'd be permitted to carry it when she was around Kaspar, but even getting it was a concession. "Thank you."
"Negative. It was Master's orders." Sieglind turned away. "I will fetch your evening meal."
She went to the gardens next day, carrying the knife concealed in the back of her dress. She had to admit, as little as she liked the low cut dresses, they did make it much easier to slip her weapon out of the sheath. A quick test on some of the foliage confirmed the blade had a razor edge.
She was reading later that evening when Isaac entered her rooms. She tensed, but he shook his head. "There's no need to be so hasty, Lady Esther. I was merely instructed to take a look at your general condition. Mein Herr is concerned that Dietrich might have done something to you."
Esther forced herself to sit still. Isaac approached, studying her with cool, disinterested eyes. "Well, he didn't succeed in his original intentions, that much I can be certain of. As for the rest…." He checked her pulse, much the same as any other doctor would, and her breathing, then shrugged nonchalantly. "You seem to have taken no serious or permanent harm. I'm sure Mein Herr will be relieved."
"He…Dietrich knocked me unconscious somehow." She didn't want to admit it, but she did fear there was some sort of drug in her system.
Kampfer only shrugged. "Well, he is quite talented with those strings of his. Given the control he's managed to perfect, it wouldn't surprise me if he could knock you unconscious with a thought, once he touched you."
Esther shivered. "Does that mean…?"
"Oh, he'll have to reset the strings after this much time has passed. After all, he couldn't very well leave permanent attachments. Not with Mein Herr so interested in you. My lord would take it very much amiss."
"I see. That is…I'm glad." Esther let her relief show in her voice.
Kampfer gave her a cool look. "Well then, if there's nothing else…guten abend, Lady Esther."
She half-expected to be summoned to Cain that evening, but to her surprise, there was no call. She spent the night reading and relaxing.
The next few days passed the same way. She wandered the halls, under the guise of morning or afternoon exercise, took meals in her rooms, and spent the evenings reading or writing notes, a sort of impromptu journal of her feelings and observations. She tried once more to approach both the front door and the airplane hangar, but she had no luck. Both times Sieglind steered her firmly back to a different path.
She did find out that the day guards were all Auto-Jagers. Since the Methuselah were all nocturnal, the day guards were Dietrich's creatures, under his control. Though they were still dangerous, she knew she could kill an Auto-Jager, even with a knife. She filed the information away with the other useful data she'd collected, careful not to let any of it get written down in her transcribing. She wouldn't put it past Isaac, Dietrich, or even Cain to read her diary out of curiosity or just plain rudeness.
For the first two days, she was far too busy trying to formulate her plans to think of anything else. But gradually, it began to puzzle her. She'd seen virtually no signs of the Order members, and Cain hadn't called her to him at all. Though it was a relief not to have to watch out for the others, she was surprised by his sudden indifference. Despite her relief, it worried her. She was glad not to listen to any more of the tales of Abel as an angry, driven soul but…there was something eerie about it, that she couldn't quite place her finger on.
Four days after she'd acquired her knife, Sieglind arrived carrying a dress instead of a supper tray. "Master requests that you join him for dinner. I will prepare the bath."
Esther nodded. She bathed, then dressed, then slipped the knife in its sheath. It was a reflexive gesture, but Sieglind stopped her. "No weapons are permitted in the Master's presence."
Esther smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I'm simply used to having one." She turned to survey the dress in the mirror.
The dress was another purple one, with spaghetti straps for the shoulders, and as low-cut as any of the others. This one fell in a form fitting sheath to just above her knees, and from the hips flared a secondary skirt of a gauzy material, a few shades darker. It wrapped around the hips, then widened to flare and overlap as it fell to just below her knees. The hem was decorated with a red and purple embroidered brocade, to give it weight and allow it to hang properly. Below that, she wore lavender heels.
Sieglind had also insisted on jewellery this time. Esther frowned, studying the selection the Doll had made for her. A double belt of pearls settled at her hips. One smaller loop went around her waist just above the flare of the gauze skirt. The other loop secured the skirt to her hips, wrapping around loosely over the darker fabric. In addition, she'd been given a golden tiara with a single square cut amethyst in the brow, tucked carefully over her hair, and a thin purple choker with another, larger, amethyst pendant dangling over the hollow in the collarbone. It was all very tasteful and elegant, but she couldn't help remembering the last time she'd gotten so dressed up. Still, there was nothing to be done about it. She shrugged, offered Sieglind a quick smile as the Doll adjusted the last crease, and turned to the door.
Kampfer was waiting outside her room. He'd been leaning against the wall, but as she emerged, he straightened and bowed. "Mein Herr requested I escort you to his rooms."
"I see." Esther nodded. She looked up at the taller man, then spoke hesitantly. "I'm a little surprised though. I haven't seen anyone much for the past few days, and I thought, since he hadn't called me…"
Kampfer laughed, low and dark. "The others are all out on assignment for the moment, distracting those fools from the Vatican. It seems your dear Father Nightroad has been getting rather hot on the scent." His eyes dared her to comment. Esther bit her lip to fight back a retort, or a request for more information. After a moment, Kampfer shrugged. "As for Mein Herr…well, I'd say he's been rather brooding of late. But you'll have to see for yourself." He gestured to the now familiar doors. "You really shouldn't keep him waiting." He pulled open one door and bowed her inside.
The rooms were far dimmer than usual, and Cain was nowhere to be seen. Esther frowned at the emptiness of the room, then tensed as an unexpected sound floated through the room. She took one reflexive step back, then stopped, surprised.
It was music. There was a high melody, an instrument she couldn't identify, with a much deeper secondary harmony, adding an edge of desperation to the music. It struck a strange chord within her. She looked around for the source and then realized; the music was coming from the other room. She took one step forward, then froze, torn by indecision. She knew entering the next room would be dangerous. And yet the haunting melody called to her. Finally she took a deep breath and strode to the doorway. She paused one more moment, then stepped across the threshold.
There were no obvious sources for the music, though she was certain it was coming from that room. She took a few more steps forward, looking around for a person or an instrument, but she couldn't see anything. Nor could she spot Cain. She moved forward another step, closer to the tank, where the noise seemed to be emanating from.
"It's a nice song, isn't it?" Esther jumped and spun around at the voice.
Cain stood in the shadows, his white wings partially flared but hidden by the dimness. He was only wearing pants, and his face was in shadow. Then suddenly, he moved, coming to stand before her with an odd, frightening expression on his face. Esther almost backed up, but he caught her face with one hand in a gentle but unbreakable grip.
How you've turned my world you precious thing
You starve and near-exhaust me
The words startled her. She knew Cain wasn't the one singing because he stood in front of her, and the voice wasn't his. She tried to look around. "Who…?"
"It's only an old recording, my dear. But you know…this song reminds me so much of 02. And of you." One strong slender finger traced her cheek. "You both have such strong personalities, and you're so stubborn…it really is rather exhausting to deal with you."
Everything I've done I've done for you
I move the stars for no one
There was an edge to the song now, and Esther saw it mirrored in the eyes of the man before her. Fear raced through her as she recognized what was wrong with his gaze. He was there, alive, but the humanity in him was overlaid by a sort of madness, a darkness she couldn't describe. It frightened her.
His fingers tightened. "You know, it really is all for Abel's sake. But…this would be so much simpler if he'd simply let me take care of things. Or if I could get the sort of help he has. Some one like that woman." His eyes returned to her. "Or perhaps my dear, someone like you."
You've run so long, you've run so hard
Esther shuddered. "No."
Your eyes can be so cruel
Just as I can be so cruel
Cain's grip tightened, then he pulled her to him, sharply, folding his arms around her in a vice. "Well, you know, I'd prefer for you to help me willingly, as you did that night, but…it really isn't necessary." His breath was hot on the back of her neck. "After all, 02 and I are very much alike. And since everything's for Abel's sake…I don't see why you shouldn't be willing to assist me."
Esther shuddered in that grip. "Please, let me go."
"But why should I, my dear?" The voice was low and dark. "After all, if Isaac's right…then you'll help me a great deal."
Though I do believe in you
Yes I do…
Cain's voice was soft, but his fingers slipped up to bracket her throat, nudging her chin back. "Abel can be so stubborn, but I think with the proper persuasion, he'll understand. But before that, my dear, I think you can help me a great deal. After all, you do have that very special blood."
Live without your sunlight
Love without your heartbeat
I…can't live…within you
Esther felt frozen, by the music and Cain's hand wrapped around her throat. She wanted to cry out, but her mind seemed to have stalled, as it had when Abel had been killed. Her heart was pounding, and she wanted to run, but at the same time, she was too scared to move. His grip wasn't tight, yet, but she knew he had more than enough strength to break her bones. The deep pounding beat in the background seemed like an echo of her pulse. She swallowed hard.
"Please…I thought…you said you weren't like Dietrich."
There was a low chuckle from behind her. "That may be true, but…I do have things I need, my dear. And Abel…well, I think 02 has already had a chance. Shouldn't you be fair?"
Esther shuddered at the hot breath on her neck. "What are you doing?"
"I'm simply going to make myself a little more comfortable." There was another dark chuckle from behind her, and then Cain was in front of her again, one hand on her shoulder and the other still pinning her jaw. "The Ice Witch was kind enough to give me some relief, but…well, she can't hold my integration, and she's of no real interest to me."
She had no time to make a suitable response before his mouth came down on hers, strong and firm and demanding. There was nothing perverted or twisted, as with Dietrich, but the force of demand in that kiss terrified her. She gasped as one of Cain's fangs grazed across her lip, cutting into the corner of her mouth.
Cain's mouth shifted, fastening on the cut. Esther gasped in surprise and pain as he sucked on the small wound. Then his tongue flicked over the wound and he broke away from her, an eerie smile on his lips. One hand reached up to blot away the blood on his mouth. "That's much better." He raised his hand a little higher, studying it with a detached sort of amusement. "See, this is much more stable. With your help, I might not need to absorb 02 after all." He turned away.
Esther shivered at his words. "I thought you were doing this for his sake. Why…why would you even think that absorbing him would help?"
Cain shrugged. "Well, it would give Abel some rest. He wouldn't have to fight all the time. But, I suppose that's something I can take care of later." He moved across the room. "For now, you should join me."
Esther stiffened. "What do you mean? What are you doing?"
He chuckled. "Well, I did invite you to dinner. I've already gotten what I want for the moment, but you should still eat. If you don't, you'll get sick, and I don't think my brother would like that. And I wouldn't be happy with it either." He gestured toward the table, already set for two.
For a moment, all she wanted was to run, to break away from him and the madness glittering in the ocean blue eyes. But…she knew it wouldn't help. He was far too fast, and she had a feeling that in his present mood, denying him anything was dangerous. He might ignore her, or he might not. She swallowed hard, then moved forward and settled at the table. Cain shifted gracefully into the other seat and gestured toward the food. "Take whatever you want, my dear."
She didn't really want anything, but she reached out and took a slice of bread, and some of the meat and vegetables. There was wine already in a glass by her elbow. She took a sip, trying to ease the dryness in her throat.
With a start, she realized the song was still playing. It seemed to be repeating itself. Grateful for any sort of distraction, she turned her head slightly. "That song…"
"Hmmm. Well, it reminds me of 02." Cain's eyes were distant. "I really did everything I could for him, but he was always so cold and distant. Just like he is now. And then of course, he turned to 04." He shrugged. "I don't mind if Abel's feeling a little rebellious, but it's not fair of him to turn his back on me like that. But he wouldn't listen, so I had to talk to 04 instead. She insisted on fighting with me, as well."
Esther stared at him. "But you…you killed her. She was…wasn't she your friend as well?"
"Hmmm?" He regarded her with vague amusement, then shrugged. "Well, she was always more supportive of Abel you know." He blinked. "I suppose it might have been a little much, taking her head like that, and presenting it to Abel, but she was only creating a negative element in his mind. It made him unhappy, so I thought it best to get her out of his way, so Abel could relax again."
For a moment, Esther felt as though she was going to lose what dinner she'd eaten. The casual way he'd spoken of killing his brother's lover made her feel nauseous. She swallowed some more wine, grateful for the burn of alcohol and wondering fleetingly if she wanted to get drunk. Then she steadied herself. Being drunk wasn't going to help, and she needed to keep her wits about her.
Cain was studying her. "You know, you're a lot like her. Like 04, I mean."
Esther froze where she sat. "I don't understand."
He smiled. "You have the same attitude. And Abel…well he really likes you. You caused me a lot of trouble, waking him up when I was going to merge with him."
Esther set the glass of wine down, staring at him. "I thought you…you said you…are you planning to kill me then?"
"Hmmm…I don't think so. After all, you've been very helpful to me." He stood suddenly and moved to stand beside her, amusement and something else, something darker warring in his eyes. "You did assist me that night, and that blood of yours…" He traced a finger across the cut on her mouth. "Besides, Abel would only be cross with me."
Esther shivered, but continued to meet his eyes. "Then what…what do you want with me?"
"Well, we both care for Abel. So perhaps, my dear, we might form a partnership. You can help me remake the world for Abel's sake, and then you and I can make sure he never has stress again." His hand took her chin. "And of course, I don't mind having your help as well, to keep my brother and me company."
The tone of his voice made her skin crawl. And there was something about the phrasing of his words, and the subtle emphasis on the word 'company' that suggested he didn't mean friendship. She fought the urge to pull back, to spit at him. Instead, she lowered her eyes and clenched her fists in her skirts. "I…I don't know."
A smile touched his mouth, the sort of smile she'd seen on Isaac's face. Amused and indulgent because he knew he was in no danger of being refused. He shrugged and dropped his hand. "Well, I can afford to wait. And it will give 02 time to cool down as well."
"I see." She looked away. "I…I'm sorry, but I'm feeling a bit tired. If you don't mind…I think I'd like to return to my rooms."
He waved a hand at her. "As you wish. But..." he turned, and one hand touched her face in a brief caress. "Don't forget what I told you."
"No. I won't." Esther met his gaze one last time, forced herself to drop a quick curtsey, then turned and walked from the room as fast as she could without looking panicked.
She was shaking when she returned to her rooms, and her mind was spinning. Dietrich's perverted attack on her had been frightening, but Cain…she shivered. He might protect her from Dietrich, but if he chose to do something, no one would stop him. Her hand went up to her mouth, remembering that fierce, demanding kiss. The she dropped it and clenched her fist. She had to find a way out, and she had to do it soon. Otherwise, someone was going to take her, whether she wanted it or not. And as dangerous as he was, she feared that Cain was the safest of them. The thought, along with the haunting song she'd heard in his rooms, followed her into her dreams as she finally fell asleep.
"There are two more bases within the city that can be identified." Baibars, head of the Imperial Yenceri, frowned and tapped two circled points on the map lying on his table. "This should be the last of the rebellious pockets within the Empire. Once we've dispersed them, we will be free to return our attention to other matters."
Astharoshe looked up from the map. "Has there been any word?"
Baibars shook his head. "None. The last report was that they are still searching. The only positive information is that they believe they have narrowed down likely locations for Her Majesties confinement to three locations. However, there is still a chance that the Queen of Albion has been confined in one of these two operational bases." He indicated the maps again. "We should plan an attack strategy."
"We'll take the farthest one first." Abel spoke from where he'd been standing, his voice hoarse. One finger touched the map. "They'll anticipate an attack on the nearest base first, knowing that we're closer to it." He looked up. "Any report on the forces there?"
Baibars shook his head. "No reliable reports. We've been unable to get agents close without alerting them to our surveillance. Security has increased over the past few weeks."
Ion spoke up from his side of the table. "Well, that is to be expected, given the fact that we've been targeting them. And considering the condition we left the last two bases in…I'm not surprised they're a little worried." He clenched his fist over his sword belt. "If they're hiding Esther, they ought to be more concerned as well."
Astha studied the map. "It's true, we're more likely to surprise them if we attack the further base. However…if they manage to warn their comrades, then this group could go to ground." She tapped the second site. "If that happens, it could take weeks to find them."
Abel shook his head. "I will go here, tomorrow." His hand stopped over the indicated base. "The rest of you, watch the other camp. If they start to move, contact me and start attack procedures. I'll join you as soon as I can."
Astha stared at him. "Are you serious?" there was anger in her eyes. "Do you have any idea how suicidal that sounds, Nightroad?" She glared at him, one hand fisted at her side and the other on her hip. "We don't even know how many people there are in that place, and you plan to just charge in?" She growled. "Honestly, I know you're worried, but still…something that crazy…"
"It's fine." Abel's hoarse voice cut through her lecture. "I'll be fine Astha. Besides…I need to take care of this. And it's better if you aren't with me."
Astha clenched her jaw, staring at her partner. He met her eyes, ragged emotions of doubt and pain swirling in the blue depths. She studied him a moment, but when she spoke her voice was softer. "Are you…having trouble?"
"It's all right." Abel shook his head.
"Don't worry about it." Ion spoke from the other side, shaking his head. "We probably ought to just leave him be." The younger Methuselah spoke as if Abel wasn't even there. "I'm sure Father Nightroad can manage on his own. Unless, Duchess of Kiev, do you think we ought to send someone to try and take prisoners this time? After all, the last few times, we haven't had much luck keeping someone alive to interrogate them." His tone was polite, but barbed.
Abel stiffened. Astha caught the sudden flare of pain in his eyes, and nearly rounded on the young man. But before she spoke, Baibars interrupted. "A prisoner for interrogation would be useful. However, the last one we captured did not have any information. I suspect these are only front runners, following orders with no real authority. However…Father Nightroad, do you wish back up?"
Abel shook his head. "Tres can follow me. He will anyway. For the rest of you…I think perhaps it's better if you concentrate on our other target. I…I'm not sure what will happen but…"
"It's fine." Ion spoke roughly. "Just remember, if you kill them all, then you'll probably miss a chance to find Esther. You should try to control yourself this time."
Abel stiffened, but he said nothing. After a moment, he turned to Baibars. "Lord Baibars…are there any other plans we need to finalize?"
The dark-skinned Yenceri shook his head. "Not at this time. We will mobilize tomorrow, and with any luck, the bases will fall within the night. However, I would prefer it if you could hold your attack until dusk. We can make a simultaneous attack then."
Abel's jaw clenched. "I…I'd prefer not to delay but…I understand. I'll do as you ask." He sighed. "If you like, tell Tres what time you plan to launch your strike. He'll be able to make sure we're coordinated properly."
Ion shrugged. "We should also tell Father Tres to make sure we collect all the possible information. After all, we don't want to miss a chance to find out where Esther might be."
Abel winced again, but his voice was soft when he spoke. "Lord Fortuna is correct. Do you know if there are any computers within that installation?"
Baibars shook his head. "I was not able to get that much information."
"All right." Abel studied the maps for a moment longer, then turned away. "I'll inform Tres of our plans, and gather my things. As soon as we're ready, we'll move out."
"No." Astha spoke. "It's better if you remain here for a while." She set a hand on her hip. "If you leave too soon, they may be alerted. After all, you're not exactly the most inconspicuous person here." She grinned at him.
Abel met her eyes for a moment, then nodded. "Very well. I'll return in a while." He turned and exited the room.
As the door shut behind him, Astha whirled on Ion. "As for you, little brat, I think that's enough out of you." She fixed the young Earl with a glare. "Aren't you tired yet of being such a brat? Whining and insulting a comrade like that…honestly, I thought you knew better." She made a disgusted noise.
Ion's jaw clenched. "Even if he is my comrade…for what he's done…He doesn't deserve my respect."
"You little…" Astha snarled. For a moment, she was tempted to draw her spear. Instead, she contented herself with rounding the table and seizing the Earl of Memphis in an iron grip. "Ungrateful little moron. If Father Nightroad hadn't protected you years ago, you'd not even be here to complain." She held his gaze. "What gives you the right to pass such a judgment? That man has worked as hard as any of us. And I notice he's done more than you have."
"I don't care!" Ion pulled free, his amber eyes blazing in angry defiance. "That man…He was Esther's friend, her comrade! Because of him Esther is in danger, and we can't even find her. Even though he was her partner, still he…he hurt her feelings. And because of him, the Contra Mundi has her. This is…this is his fault. And I won't excuse him for that!"
"Idiot!" Astha seized the youth's collar again and yanked him forward to stand on tiptoes. Her own eyes were a match for his. "Didn't you hear what Father Tres said that night? The whole thing was planned. There's no guarantee that this could have been prevented."
"That doesn't excuse what he did."
Astha gritted her teeth for a moment, then dropped the boy roughly in a limp heap and glared down him. There was contempt in her eyes. "So, you're saying that you've never done something to hurt her feelings? That you never placed Esther in danger? Don't make me laugh, little brat. After all, everyone here can witness to how well you protected her feelings when you returned after the incident in Carthage." She sneered at him.
Ion winced. "That was different…I…"
"There's nothing different about it. You were supposed to stay with her, and yet…you went running after that traitor. And you said it yourself in your report…you accused Esther of hating Methuselah, and called her a liar. All on the word of a man who betrayed you." Astha snorted. "Father Nightroad might be an idiot, but at least he isn't that foolish."
Ion flinched again. "He still…"
"He made a mistake. For that matter, so did you. After all, she came to you for comfort, but you let her leave as well, didn't you? And you chose to pursue your anger at the priest instead of protecting her." Astha stared down at him.
Ion flushed. "He…"
"He made a mistake." Astha's glare silenced the weak protest. "And since that night, he's done everything he can to fix it. Honestly…" She hauled him up. "Would you have gone to the Inquisition…into their interrogation chambers?"
Ion looked away, still flushed, and caught his lower lip between his teeth. "I…"
"Idiot. Didn't you realize it yet? There was nothing they could have done to him that would have tortured him more than his own mind. You might be angry with him, but the truth is…" She waited until the Earl looked up at her, then spoke softly. "The truth is, all your words do is rub salt into the wounds he rips into his own heart. The reason he fights so fiercely when we attack is because it's the only release he has from the anger tearing him apart."
Ion flinched under her hand, the fury draining from his face. Astha sighed, and released him, straightening her shoulders. "Think about it." It was only then that she remembered Baibars was still in the room. She turned and offered him a bow. "My apologies for this unseemly altercation."
Baibars shook his head. "I have no concerns about it. I regret, I was not paying attention." Astha nodded. The Yenceri captain had probably heard every word, but he obviously had no intention of getting involved or reporting the matter.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Abel entered. "I've informed Tres of the situation. He and I will leave as soon at dawn. That should give most of the Order members time to get inside, and we can avoid being seen then."
Baibars nodded. "An excellent plan." He considered a clock on the wall. "I recommend we eat and rest for the remainder of the evening." He rolled up the maps and turned to the door. "The staff of this establishment will have food awaiting us downstairs." Without another word, he turned and left the room.
Ion stood staring at Abel a moment, then turned and exited. Astha watched him go, then turned to her partner. "Come on. We should get something to eat as well."
Abel shook his head. "I'm all right." his eyes were distant. One hand reached up and clutched something under his robes, just above his heart.
Astha frowned. He'd been doing that frequently. She wanted to know what he held onto so tightly, but she suspected it was something she couldn't ask about. She sighed. "You need to eat. Even if your body has adapted, it's better if you take in normal nourishment as well."
He shook his head again. "I…well, I suspect the Earl of Memphis would prefer my absence. And I…"
"Idiot." Astha smiled grimly and struck him on the shoulder. "The Earl of Memphis is a brat. You should just ignore him."
"But he…he is correct." Abel sighed. "I…"
"Foolish priest." Astha punched him again, then grabbed his shoulder and forced him to face her. "You made a mistake. But whether it's your fault or not, you can't let it stop you from taking care of things you need to take care of."
The silver-haired man stiffened in her grip, his eyes clouding with emotions. "Astha…"
"Moron. If you don't eat, then you'll have to rely more on your other half, won't you? That will make it harder for you to take prisoners." She met his eyes. "I've watched you. These last two battles…it didn't look like simple rage. You killed some of those men because you had to, didn't you? Because your body needed the energy."
He stiffened, and his eyes darkened. "I…I'd prefer not to discuss that."
"Fine. But if that's the way things are, then you really do need to eat. Unless…" She straightened. "Should I give you a donation?" She lifted a hand to her collar.
"No!" Abel spun away from her. He was rigid, his teeth clenched. After a moment, he bowed his head. "Do you…do you truly think I would sink so low?"
Astha shook her head. "No. I don't. I trust you, tovarish. However…" She moved forward to lay a hand on his shoulder. "It's foolish to take unnecessary risks with such a power. That's why you need to eat." Her companion didn't move. After a moment, she sighed. "It's not as if you have to eat with us, you know. If you're truly that bothered by the Earl of Memphis and his attitude, then just get a plate and take it to your rooms. I'll have the staff here collect it later."
"That's not necessary." Abel stood still a moment longer. "All right. I'll…I'll be down in a moment."
She thought about suggesting he simply come with her, but there was something in the set of his shoulders that indicated she shouldn't press him right then. She squeezed his shoulder comfortingly, then turned and walked out, leaving the door open behind her.
Dinner was a quiet affair. Baibars was immersed in thoughts of strategy, and the report he had to make to the Empire. Ion was brooding at the table, and Astha didn't feel like speaking with him. When Abel appeared, nearly fifteen minutes later, he was pale and silent, one hand still clenched in his robes, just over his chest. Astha quietly handed him a plate and he took it, then settled a little bit apart from the others. Astha waited to make sure he began eating, then returned her attention to her own food. For all that he'd arrived later than the others, Abel finished first. Without a word, he handed his plate to a serving maid, then stood and withdrew to his rooms. Astha sighed.
The next dawn saw Abel and Tres standing at the doorway of their lodgings. Tres pulled the window coverings back, then dropped them. "The sun has risen. Estimated chances of moving without detection are now approximately eighty percent. Father Nightroad, I recommend we commence the operation."
"Of course." Abel reached for the door, but before it opened, there was a slam behind him, and a voice spoke.
"Father Nightroad." Abel turned to face Ion, standing in the hallway, away from the sunlight. The young noble's face was tense.
Abel stiffened, a line of pain and uncertainty crossing his visage. "Earl of Memphis…is there something you require of me?"
"Yes." Ion faced him squarely, his jaw set. Then he looked away. "I…I'm still angry about what you said to Esther. However…if we don't work together, we may be unable to retrieve her." His head came back up, and the amber eyes met the blue ones of the man before him. "Do whatever it takes to finish your mission here quickly. The sooner you've finished, the sooner we can go rescue Esther from those heathens who've taken her. So hurry up and return here quickly. I will be waiting here." With an abrupt movement, he moved a step forward and held out his hand. "Promise me."
Abel stared at him for a moment, then something relaxed in his face. He moved forward and took the younger man's hand. "You have my word. I will return as quickly as I can." He turned to Tres. "Let's go."
The android nodded. "Affirmative."
A day later, they met on the bridge of a light troop transport ship. Astha was nursing a shoulder, and Ion was favouring an arm he'd gotten slashed when he'd let an opponent get behind him. Baibars, of course, hadn't taken any injuries at all on the raid of the enemy stronghold. Astha was just getting impatient when two figures appeared. She tensed, then relaxed as she recognized the long silver hair. She grinned as the man came up the ramp. "Took you long enough. I was starting to become annoyed with the delay."
Abel said nothing, he simply strode up the ramp and into the ship. Astha followed him as he made his way to the main control room. "Duke of Khartoum."
"We were awaiting you, my lord." Baibars nodded his head, then turned and tapped his fingers across a console.
The monitors and projection center sprang to life, and a moment later, the Empress appeared on screen. "Well?"
Baibars bowed, as did Astha and Ion. "Your Majesty, I am pleased to inform you that all of the viper's nests in our Empire have been eliminated."
"I see. These were the last two then?" She smiled. "Well done. Did you manage to obtain any information?"
Baibars bowed his head. "I regret to inform you that we have had no great success. My troops did manage to capture a few prisoners, including the head of the facility. However, they had no information to give us. And the orders I managed to retrieve were minimal. Simply to devote their energies to causing unrest within the Empire."
"I see. Decoys then. Abel?"
He shook his head. "I'm afraid we didn't manage to capture any prisoners. And the computer system wasn't much help either."
"Negative." Tres spoke sharply. Abel turned to look at him. "Data was minimal, however, one useful piece of information has been correlated. Despite extensive re-routing, all orders were given from a location within Germany. Approximate coordinates indicate somewhere near Old Berlin. However, the orders are not signed."
"Hmmm…that's still good to know." Seth frowned thoughtfully. "All right. Baibars…you will return to Byzantium at once with the troops. I want you to assist Mirka with guarding the Capital. As for the rest of you…" Her green eyes turned to the blue-eyed priest. "There's a fast courier ship waiting at the other end of the docking facility. Abel, you and the others will return to Rome. As soon as you arrive, contact me, and we'll decide what to do next. Astharoshe, Ion Fortuna…you two will accompany the members of the Vatican. Assist them however you are needed."
Astha bowed. "Of course, Your Majesty." Ion was only a breath behind her.
Seth smiled. "My brave children. I'm pleased at your efforts." Her eyes rose to meet Abel's "You should go quickly, Abel."
"Yes." He hesitated a moment, then bowed. "Thank you." His voice was hoarse with some emotion Astha couldn't quite identify.
Seth smiled lightly. "I promised you, didn't I?"
Abel nodded once, then turned and strode down the ramp, Tres only a step or so behind him. Astha took a deep breath, then bowed to the Empress once more. "May I have your permission to retrieve my packs? They are in my cabin."
"Of course. But I suggest you hurry. I don't think Abel will wait long." Without another word, the connection went silent. Astha nodded to Baibars, then hurried to collect her luggage. Within an hour, she and Ion were aboard the courier ship, and the lights of the Empire were disappearing behind them.
The journey to Rome was faster than Astha had ever made it before. Within two days, the spires of the Vatican came into sight. Seeing them, Astha felt herself tense. Though she knew Caterina would give them safety, and the new Alliance protected her, she still felt nervous. After all, until a few years ago, these people had been her mortal enemies, second on the list to people like Enderle.
A flicker of movement caused her to turn her head. Abel stood beside her. She watched him a moment, then turned her gaze back to the growing image of the cathedral. "We're almost there." She looked back up at him. "So…what will you do?"
Abel sighed. "I'm not sure. It depends on what information Caterina has for us." One hand reached up. "But I…I can't just keep waiting for something to happen. Even now…Esther may be…"
"Don't even think like that, stupid priest." Astha snorted. "The minute you give up hope, then we're lost. Didn't you tell me that once or twice?"
Abel blinked. "I…yes." He bowed his head.
"Then follow your own advice." She glanced at the view. "We'll probably arrive within the hour, so get your stuff together. After all, the sooner we disembark, the sooner we can get to Cardinal Sforza and start making plans." She didn't wait to see if he was listening, simply turned and walked away from him.
True to her prediction, they landed thirty minutes later. It was already night, for which she was grateful. Even with the UV gel and her pills, she hated bright sunlight. It hurt her eyes.
The door opened to reveal Brother Petros, his second in command behind him. A full complement of knights was arrayed behind him. Astha would have been concerned, had it not been for the slender, brown-haired man calmly chewing his pipe stem next to the Inquisitor. As soon as the door opened, William grinned. "Welcome back. Abel, Tres…it's good you've returned. I trust the mission was successful?"
"Positive. All enemy bases within Imperial territory have been deleted."
"Excellent. Well, Lady Caterina is waiting for all of you. If you aren't too fatigued, we should probably join her now." He turned his gaze to the two Imperial envoys. "Duchess of Kiev, Earl of Memphis, a pleasure to have you with us. I've orders to take Abel and Tres straight to the Cardinal. However, if you'd like to rest, I can escort you to the guest quarters."
Astha shook her head. "If it's all the same, we'll accompany you."
"Very well. Come." Petros spoke gestured brusquely, then turned and headed for the open doors of the church.
William grinned at her and offered her a wink. "I suspect we'd better do as the man says." He watched Abel follow the Inquisitor, then spoke in a softer voice. "How is he?"
"He's…stable, for the most part. But toward the end…" She sighed, gazing after the man she called partner, then shook her head. "You'd better come up with something. Soon."
William nodded, his eyes sober. "I understand. I think Caterina does too." He gestured. "Shall we?"
Caterina met them in one of the main conference halls, as opposed to her office. Leon stood leaning against one wall, and Father Havel was standing by a computer console, studying it intently. As Astha and William entered, she glanced up, then set aside the paper she was reading. "Father Vaclav, if you would."
"Of course, Your Eminence." The slender man tapped out a configuration on a control panel, and the central table shimmered into view.
On the far left, Virgil's image appeared. The Albion lord looked tired, his face drawn and tense, and his eyes haunted. Colonel Spencer's image, appearing next to his, looked no better, even with her impeccable uniform.
The center image was a strategy map, and on the far right…Astha stiffened, then bowed. "Your Majesty."
Seth grinned, but no amusement touched her eyes. "You don't have to worry about formality right now, Astharoshe." She turned. "Lady Caterina?"
Vaclav spoke from his station. "We've been collecting information while you were conducting your purge. Based on what we've been able to discover, we've found three major bases of operation, sufficient for troops and possible hostages." He tapped a button, and three glowing dots appeared on the map. "The first is in Hispania. The Gypsy Queen has located a sizeable operation there. We've received confirmation that the Rosenkreutz member known as the Red Baroness has been spotted here." Beside Astha, Sister Kate made a small noise. William smiled comfortingly at her.
Vaclav highlighted the next spot. "Another major base has been reported in Amsterdam. We've received notice from Father Hugue that it's a fairly large base. And one of Cardinal Borgias informants has reported the appearance of a woman who matches our description of the Ice Witch, Lady Helga von Vogelweide."
His finger shifted, and the third area lit up. "Our last place of interest lies here, in the area known as the site of Old Berlin. We've confirmed at least one structure, and definite activity. However, due to its isolation and the terrain, we've not managed to get very close."
Abel nodded. "Any sign of Von Lohengrin, von Kampfer, or...or him?" His voice roughened and cracked on the last word.
"We've received no information on any of them." Vaclav shook his head. "Any one of these sites could be the one we need. There's an equal chance."
"Negative." Tres stepped forward. "All orders regarding Order activity in the Empire originated in Berlin. The odds of that being their central site are higher by ten percent."
Vaclav nodded. "That is helpful." He glanced at the display. "I'd recommend sending a task force to survey the Old Berlin area. If possible, they can inform us."
"No." Abel spoke softly, but with such intensity that every head at the table turned to look at him. "There's no time." His hands clenched into fists. "Every day we delay, waiting for further information, is one more day that they can strike, or take the lives of their hostages." He didn't say Esther's name, but no one doubted who he meant.
Caterina raised an eyebrow. "Then what do you recommend we do, Abel?"
"Launch a three-way strike against all three bases simultaneously."
Caterina shook her head. "At this point, I doubt I could get the Papal Council to agree to that. The manpower required would leave Rome practically unguarded. And Brother is sure to oppose it. With this information, I can't force it through, either."
"I don't mean a full assault. We need someone to get in, and ascertain if Miss Esther is there. And if possible, to rescue her. Ideally, we'd be able to damage the facilities, but that can be a secondary target." Abel leaned against the table. "A small force, three people or less, could do it."
Caterina shook her head. "That's incredibly risky, Abel."
"But it is possible. In fact, that strategy was very successful in Albion a few months ago, but I'm not certain if the enemy has realized it yet." The Professor chewed his pipe.
Virgil nodded. "He is correct. My records indicate that approximately five Vatican agents entered the Underground during the attack by the order. However, those five successfully accounted for more than half the attackers, including in areas my own men were not stationed to patrol."
Caterina sighed. "I still can't condone it."
Petros stepped forward. "I will provide back up. Even if Cardinal di Medici does not approve, I am confident I can convince His Holiness to allow me one battalion."
Seth nodded. "I can have troops standing by as well."
Colonel Spencer bowed respectfully. "I can assure you, to rescue our Queen, I am fully prepared to offer the full might of our military."
"And I will accompany you." Virgil shifted.
Caterina blinked at him. "I beg your pardon."
Virgil bowed his head. "We have been inactive too long. Colonel Spencer and I have discussed it, and we request you allow me to accompany one of your main strike teams. We…cannot abandon our Lady, our Queen in her peril. If we are at last going to move, then I request to be included in the hunt." A thin smile touched his face. "As Father Nightroad can attest, I am not without resources, and weapons."
Caterina inclined her head. "As you wish." Her gaze turned to the silent, silver-haired man. "Well Abel? This is your idea. I hereby authorize you to use the full complement of the AX department, subject to my approval, of course. So…what are your plans?"
Abel bit his lip. Then he laid his hands on the table. "Leon."
"Yeah? What's up, Four Eyes?"
"I need you to lead the team in Hispania. You're from there, you know the customs and the ground better than anyone else. Take Tres and the Black Widow."
Leon made a face. "Black Widow? That crazy chick? You sure about this?"
"Yes. She's not very reliable, but if you get into a tight spot, her powers will be invaluable. And she's an excellent spy."
Caterina nodded. "I'll see she understands her orders very clearly. And Father Tres…if she deviates from them, you have my permission to do whatever you think best."
"Positive."
Abel took a deep breath. "Lord Walsh…can you arrange transportation to Amsterdam?"
"Easily. We have trade routes there."
"Very well. Lady Caterina…please contact Father Hugue and Sister Kaya. Tell them to meet Lord Walsh in the Amsterdam region, far enough away from the suspected area. Hugue can guide the other two."
Wordsworth raised an eyebrow. "I trust you are aware how both of them feel about Methuselah."
"Yes. But they'll need him. The troops the Order employs are mainly Methuselah. For reconnaissance, Lord Walsh will have a better chance of gaining entry to the compound. And neither of them are computer proficient. If Esther's not there, they'll need him to access any information there about the Order."
"I will do my best." Virgil inclined his head.
"And you, Abel?" Caterina fixed her subordinate with a piercing gaze.
"I will go to Old Berlin." Abel took a deep breath.
Seth shifted, fixing him with an anxious gaze. "Are you sure you want to do that?"
"Yes." Abel lifted his head to gaze around the room. "Sister Kate, I'll ask you to provide transportation to a certain point. We'll make the last day's journey on foot. Father Wordsworth…I'll need your technical expertise. Father Vaclav…I'd appreciate it if you would assist me with the recon."
"I'd be more than willing." The slender man turned to face the Cardinal. "Your Eminence, is this all right with you?"
Caterina nodded and folded her hands in front of her. "We need to resolve this. At the moment, Father Nightroad's plan presents our best option."
"What about us?" Astha stepped forward. "I beg your pardon for interrupting, but we of the Empire also wish to be of assistance."
Abel nodded. "We'll need couriers between the forces, and watchers. Both of you are too well known as Imperial envoys to be a good strike team, but as messengers your enhanced speed and strength would be invaluable."
Astha studied him a moment, then nodded. "Understood." She turned to Wordsworth. "We'll need maps, so we know where we're going."
"I'll have them to you before dawn."
Abel turned to look at Petros. "Brother Petros, I'd like you to remain on standby." The faintest grin touched his mouth, then disappeared. "Please hold the relief troops for all of us in readiness, with Colonel Spencer. And if you could…if you and Lady Caterina could keep monitoring for any information, or any signs of change, please do so."
Petros scowled at him for a long moment, then nodded curtly. "I will do so." He turned slightly. "Sister Paula, you will assist Cardinal Sforza. I will speak to Cardinal Borgias."
"Yes sir." The young woman bowed.
Abel turned back to the woman seated at the head of the table. "Caterina…how long will it take to arrange the mission?"
Caterina frowned. "The Iron Maiden needs to be refuelled and checked. We need to arrange a safe rendezvous for Lord Walsh to meet Hugue and Kaya. And we'll need to get authorization for the back-up troops. In addition, we need to set up strike points and meeting points. With all that…" She sighed. "I'd say we need at least three days. I'm certain we can be ready within the week, but any earlier than that, I can't be certain."
Abel's jaw clenched for a moment, then relaxed. "I understand." He bowed his head. "Thank you."
Leon grinned. "Hell, Four Eyes, I didn't know you had such a head for strategy. If I didn't know better I'd almost think you'd had practice commanding troops."
Abel winced at the words. Then his eyes came to Caterina. "If you'll excuse me, I have preparations to make." He turned and left.
Leon blinked. "Damn…what set him off?"
Caterina shook her head. "That's not our primary concern." She fixed them with a stern gaze, then rose to her feet. "We have a great deal to do. I suggest we get started."
* [+] (AN) smcandy: The song used in this chapter was 'Within You' © of David Bowie and Labyrinth Movie.