Rug In The Fireplace
Their plan was set, their movements were crisp, any team coming to deliver their co-worker from the devilish grasp of the mercenaries would fall. At least, that’s what Kest continued to tell himself. It would be nightfall soon and he was sure the new team wouldn’t be comfortable searching for what amounted to a needle in the haystack, then attempting to do battle with that needle. His eyes squinted as he peered into the eerie green of the forest and listened for any out of place sounds. Whomever was sent for Lux would have to be far off, unless they somehow had the magical capabilities to get close this early. Perhaps the Library had sent a better team this time.
“Boss, Gamma reported a team of mercenaries about a mile and a half off,” Beta stated as he stepped back into the little hideaway cabin. “What do you want us to do?” The question was stupid, but required.
“Nothing,” Alpha piped up -- he knew the boss was in thought. “Keep your abilities at the ready; we’ll be out shortly.” He finished and went back to Lux, slamming his nine-tailed whip against his back. “You better hope they only want to give us money.”