I woke up to the smell of breakfast in the morning. Mm, eggs and bacon- my favourite. I slowly pulled myself out of the worn bed and rubbed the sleep out my eyes before tying my dull brown hair into a ponytail. I put on a soft, pink blouse that Jasper had wonderfully dyed for me the night before and paired it with a beige long skirt. I opened the windows to see what the weather was like- dull and foggy, the usual. I sighed. I had been in industrial for almost a month now and I was a little sick of seeing everyone's depressed faces as people began their days either begging or labouring away in a factory. I always tried to give as much money as I could to the beggars, but I was low on gold myself. Ben and I had struck big with the job we just finished two nights ago, selling the blue orb we were given (or took) for 1000 gold! Of course most of that went to feeding as many people as we could, along with paying our rent and feeding ourselves.

"Emily, Breakfast!" Ben called from down the stairs.

My ears turned pink from just his voice. What was wrong with me? My mind went back to the night we came back from the job and he kissed me on the cheek. I didn't really understand why he'd done it, but I was glad. Maybe he liked me? No; he likes Annabel. I rolled my eyes, shook my head and came back to reality to go downstairs for food. I was starving. When I came down, I saw Ben putting breakfast onto two plates for us.

"Well this is a surprise," I said, still pretty tired, "I don't think I have ever seen you cook before."

"Well my personal chef decided to sleep in, leaving me to die of hunger if I didn't do anything," He joked, passing me a plate to tuck into. "Besides, I know a little bit of cooking. I just don't enjoy it is all."

We ate our breakfast in silence until a letter came through the door. "I'll get it." I said.

On the floor was one letter, crisp and unbent. I bent down to pick it up, and I instantly recognised the handwriting as Major Swift's. It had Ben's name on it, so I gave it to him and continued my breakfast as Ben read out loud.

"Ben,

"I hope this reaches you well and in time. It's been very hectic at the rebel's headquarters, but now we need you and Emily to come in and report to Page- the leader. Fair warning; she's a bit of a handle, and doesn't take to strangers and soldiers in her secret base, so NO FLIRTING. Though knowing you, that'll be like trying to talk to a wall.

"Below is a map to get to the rebel headquarters. Memorize it, and then burn it. The location can't be compromised. Good luck, and be careful Ben. I know how reckless you can be.

"Swift."

We read over the directions several times before throwing into a fire and making sure it was fully incinerated. "So, sewers. They couldn't have found a more hygienic place to set up?" I joked, tying my cloak and pulling my hood up.

"Apparently not but at least we have no open wounds that can get infected. We should get going, Swiftie's message seemed quite urgent."

We hurried out into the morning fog of Industrial and followed Major Swift's instructions, which lead us to a door to the sewers by the tavern. It was easy to tell that the door had been used recently, due to how easily we were able to open it and walk in.

Inside was truly disgusting. I guess it was your average sewer; however I didn't enjoy spending much time in them, so I just really wanted to get out of there. We waded our way through a lot of unmentionables to finally discover the hideout, which was a little better hygienically speaking, but still quite terrible. We were stopped by two rebels with heavy machinery that made sure we weren't some of Logan's followers before letting us in to see Page, Walter, Annabel and Major Swift.

We were taken into another room. In the middle was a mucky map table a lot like the one we had in the Sanctuary, with four figures hunched over it, trying to plan something or other. They hadn't noticed Ben and I come in, so Ben cleared his throat, and they all turned to see who was there.

"Emily!" Annabel cried, hurrying over to give me a small hug. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to see you recently, things have been so busy!"

Next was Walter, who also pulled me in for a hug. "I'm glad to see you're alright. I wanted to visit, but it wasn't safe."

"It's okay Walter," I replied. "I understand."

"I hope Captain Finn here hasn't harassed you at all this past month, Emily," Major Swift said from across the room, standing next to Ben, whose grin stretched across his entire face.

I turned red remembering the kiss a couple of nights before, and looked at the ground so nobody could see the maroon colour I was going. "Oh, n-no sir, not at all," I stammered.

"If we're all done with the reunion," an irritated voice said, and I turned to see who it was. She was a tall, dark skinned woman wearing men's clothes and her brunette dreadlocks tied up into a ponytail. She stood by the map table and looked quite aggravated that we were saying our hellos and not paying attention to her. This must have been Page, the leader of the rebels.

"Well, hello there…" Ben said in his most seductive voice. I sighed. It wasn't two minutes in and he'd already forgotten Swift's warning.

Page looked at the two new arrivals. "So you must be Captain Finn and maid Emily," She said it with such disdain; I felt like she was judging me by my occupation and name. Nevertheless she came over and shook our hands. "I'm glad you're both safe. We need you for our next move against Logan and his followers, Emily."

I was surprised. "Why me?"

"We wanted to attack Reaver in his own house, make the bastard know he's not safe anywhere. So I sent three of my men down just to see where we could sneak in a few days ago- and they haven't come back. We believe that they are still alive and were caught by Reaver, but we need to make sure."

She passed me a poster with Reaver's face on it with the title saying: 'Maid needed at Lake View Manor.' So they wanted me for my cleaning skills? "I'm sorry, I still don't understand-"

"-We need you to get the job and find out where our men are- If they're there- then report back to us," Page interrupted.

"Um, sorry, but this is Reaver. He's seen me at the mansion, and he's knows I'm loyal to Annabel. What am I supposed to say to him that won't make him shoot me?" I asked. I certainly didn't feel like dying yet, I really wanted to see Annabel on the throne first.

Walter stepped in at this point. "As far as Reaver knows, you were fired when Annabel ran away from the castle. Your cover story is you've been living on your savings so far and now you're broke. You saw the leaflet, and thought you'd give it a go. You haven't heard from Annabel since the day Elliot- uh, since that day."

"Here," Page said, before throwing to me some clothes, "Picked this up especially for you, for your interview. When you get the job, you'll be staying at his mansion. We won't see you until you have information." With that, everyone left so I could get changed in private.

I looked down at the leaflet again. I felt a hand on my shoulder and saw it was Walter. He said to me softly, "You know, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. It's just because you're the only one of us with experience to get the job-"

"Walter! Don't worry; I want to do this," I said, "For Annabel to get on the throne. And for Elliot, I don't want him to die in vain." I smiled and raised my fist. "For the revolution. Long live the new Queen."

"Let us hope," muttered Walter, "Let us hope…"

He walked off and closed the door, leaving me to my thoughts. I looked at the clothes- they were beautifully made, and must have been expensive to buy. There was a light blue long skirt, with a matching short sleeved blouse along with a brown corset. Brown laced shoes were also there, with a pair of small, frilly ankle socks.

There was a brown box in the pile of clothes, which when I opened I discovered to be a box of make-up. I rarely wore make-up, usually only for very special occasions, and I guess being a spy was one of them. So after I had changed into my new clothes, I put on a little of it and pulled my hair out of its ponytail to fall down to my shoulders. It had gone wavy from where it had been in the ponytail and suited the outfit, so I decided to keep it like that, after brushing out a few knots.

When I came out of the room, I saw Page, Ben and Major Swift waiting outside. Ben, which he was prone to, was arguing with Page about something and hadn't heard me come out. "I don't see why I couldn't try and get a job there too!" Ben was saying.

"Because I only need one person out there, and you are not a female maid!" Page yelled back.

"But what if she gets into trouble?"

"She won't!"

"But you can't be sure of that-"

I cleared my throat, and Major Swift, who had been sitting on a bed with his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose, started and looked at me. The other two had also stopped their bickering.

"That looks really good, brings out the colour in your eyes," Page said. I instantly began liking her then.

I smiled. "Thanks," I said, "Where did Annabel and Walter go?"

"They went back to some place called Sanctuary, or something?"

"Right. Well, I should get going then."

"Could I speak with you for a moment first, Emily?" Asked Major Swift, who had now stood up and gestured to walk with him.

"Of course," I replied.

"Emily, wait." I turned around to see Ben, with a worried expression on his face. He seemed frustrated, whether it was at me, himself or Page I wasn't sure. "Just- be careful, okay?"

I nodded. "I will be."

I turned and followed Major Swift, who was taking me to the exit of the rebel headquarters and back out to Industrial. "I wanted to talk to you about Ben."

This sparked my interest. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, there's nothing wrong exactly. It's just- I worry about him sometimes. I've been with him for so long; he's like the son I always wanted. And his interest in women has worsened. I heard he tried to have a go at Annabel?"

"Um, yes Major." I didn't know what to say, or where this was going.

"Well, I'm glad she didn't have mutual feelings. It would have ended in misery. Anyway, I was just wondering, what with you and him living in the same house if you two were…"

I suddenly realised what he was saying, and I instantly turned a bright pink. "O-Oh, goodness no Major, I-It's not like that!" I stammered. "We're just friends."

He laughed loudly. "Alright, I was just checking. Although I do believe you would be a very good influence on him. Oh well," he shrugged, as if to say what can you do? "Good luck at Reaver's mansion. I hope you come back in one piece."

We were now at the exit. "Thank you, Major," I said sincerely, before opening the door to industrial.

"Emily?"

I turned around. "Yes?"

"Call me Swiftie."

"What business do you have at Lave view manor?" The guard enquired who stood outside a large gate, the entrance to Reaver's home.

"I am here to apply for the maid position," I replied as calmly as I could. Inside, I was panicking. Everybody knew the stories about Reaver and the people who go 'missing' from his manor. I just hope I don't end up as one of them.

The guard let me in, muttering a "good luck" under his breath. Lake View manor was stunning, with an access to the lake, well-tended flowers and many white stairs to the door. The manor itself was huge, probably only a little bit smaller than Bowerstone Castle. In the gardens was also a large white statue of Reaver, standing tall and proud. It's a wonder he was able to stand for the whole time posing without shooting the man making it. Shrugging off my thoughts, I began to ascend the stairs, my heart in my throat.

I knocked the giant door, and waited for a reply. When the door opened, I could see that it was a man with red hair that answered it, who I did not recognise. He wore a black jacket with the Reaver Industries' insignia along with red trousers to match his hair. This, I assumed, was Reaver's butler.

"We're not interested in what you're selling, go away," He said. He tried to slam the door, but I quickly threw my foot in to stop it.

"I'm not here to sell anything!" I held up the flyer. "I'm here to apply for the maid job."

He seemed genuinely surprised. "Really?" he asked.

I nodded. He then let me inside, which was a sight! There was food and drink spilt everywhere, along with half-dressed people and confetti. A chicken ran past us and jumped up the stairs, disappearing into another room. I sighed. If I got the job, I'd have a lot of work to do before I could even begin to find the three rebels. I found out that the man who answered the door was named Barry Hatch, who told me to wait in the hallway whilst he goes and get Reaver. He went up the stairs and followed the same way the chicken went.

I looked at the artwork, which all seemed to be of Reaver. One person was snoring very loudly, with their coat barely covering themselves as they slept soundly. There was a beautiful piano- or it would have been, if one person wasn't laying on it and if somebody hadn't spilt ale on the keys. I heard two voices coming closer, so I hurried back to stand by the door and checked that my pistol was loaded- just in case.

"Ah, hello there my dove!" Said Reaver, wearing a most extravagant outfit. He was also wearing the Reaver Industries' insignia, with a white jacket and white trousers. He still had his mask on, no doubt from the party they would have had last night. "So you're here for the maid position?"

"Umm… yes."

"Good. Barry, take Miss… I'm sorry, what's your name?"

I told them. "Emily… what a lovely name," Reaver said huskily. I think he was still a little drunk, what with all the swaying. "Hatch, take Emily to the servants quarter, you know what to do." And with that, Reaver stumbled off.

That was easy.

I was taken down to a rather empty servant quarter. "I'm afraid it's just you and I, for servants," Mr Hatch said, "Reaver has a bit of a reputation for shooting most of his workers. I'm surprised anyone answered. So are you not afraid of Reaver, or just dumb?"

"I just needed the money and nowhere else was hiring," I said, sticking to the alibi Walter had given me.

We stopped at the end of the hall, and Mr Hatch pointed to one of the doors. "That's your room," he said, "clothes are on the bed, get changed and meet me outside."

I nodded and walked into the room. It was a little bare, but I saw the clothes and got changed into my maid outfit, which had a very short skirt and low-cut neckline. I did however find enough skirt to hide my pistol using a strap on my thigh. I left my sword on the bed along with my other clothes and hurried out, whilst quickly putting my hair into a bun. Mr Hatch was outside, whistling to himself. He saw me and beckoned me to follow him, back to the main entrance.

"Over there-"He pointed to a cupboard, "-are your cleaning supplies. Just clean around the people and get this place spotless."

He walked off, leaving me to myself to clean up the entire entrance. I was going to be stuck here forever.