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"I won't miss those mountains a damn bit, I can tell you that." Shreeta was complaining the way she always did whenever something was an inconvenience. Only this time the inconvenience was past, yet she still felt the need to continue on with describing her disgust at having to trek through the mountains. Despite the constant fussing, Malak had taken a liking to her over the years. She was four years his senior. When Malak had first joined the ranks of Hasina Pa Margia, Shreeta looked out for him the way an older sister would for her brother. He was not sure why, though he suspected she might have lost a brother in the past. He never asked her though. That was not really something he did. A person's past was their past and nothing more.
The Grey Fortress was just ahead of them. And though they were still technically within the mountain range the area here had flattened off into a small valley. The perfect place to build a fortress, but also the perfect place to attack one. They were not here to attack the fortress itself of course. That was not how the Evashan worked. For now the plan was to sneak in, kill this Inquisitor, and get out before any alarms went off. At least that was the plan for the two of them. The rest of the unit was scattered within the mountains and performing similar tasks against other fortresses, with the exception of Captain Jaimakah. Apparently his part of the mission was classified, and he could only reveal the details to the members of the crew that were accompanying him. He had originally wanted Malak to be among them, but Superior Fatwa denied the request, insisting it was too important to trust to an outsider. Even after all these years, Malak was still seen for his differences by everyone other than the members of Hasina Pa Margia.
"We won't have to be here much longer," he insisted, crouching down while keeping his balance effortlessly on the tree limb. They tended to stick to the trees whenever they were close to civilization of any sort. "Just have to stick to the plan and before you know it we will be out of here and back home."
She grinned at that and lifted her hood up. "You certainly know how to negotiate. Check the south side and sweep towards the east of the fortress, and I will scout the north then sweep west. Link back up here in half an hour. If we can't find her within that time we will try again but reversed."
With that they parted and made for opposite sides of the Grey Fortress. The night air was cool and moist as it had rained earlier in the day. By the looks of it rain would be coming again before long. Fitting for the storm the death of Thalia Cross would cause among Eledin's Inquisitors. Malak did not know very much about them, but he was well aware of the trouble she was causing for Osoria. Just over a year ago she had been the one to warn the king of the uprising within his own borders, one that was instigated by Osorian spies. And that was just the beginning. More recently she had been thwarting all attempts by the Khasan to gain a stable foothold in the region. Tonight that would end.
A shadow in the night, Malak scaled the north wall with silence and ease. He recalled the first time he attempted such a feat he was flat on his arse in mere seconds. The miracles nothing but training for ten years could do to a person.
As soon as he was over the wall he crept into the shadows of the torchlight and waited for the next patrol to arrive. Supposedly this was not among the best guarded fortresses. Luckily they were attacking on the night Inquisitor Cross would be present. Foolish of her to put herself in harm's way so willingly.
The Grey Fortress was just ahead of them. And though they were still technically within the mountain range the area here had flattened off into a small valley. The perfect place to build a fortress, but also the perfect place to attack one. They were not here to attack the fortress itself of course. That was not how the Evashan worked. For now the plan was to sneak in, kill this Inquisitor, and get out before any alarms went off. At least that was the plan for the two of them. The rest of the unit was scattered within the mountains and performing similar tasks against other fortresses, with the exception of Captain Jaimakah. Apparently his part of the mission was classified, and he could only reveal the details to the members of the crew that were accompanying him. He had originally wanted Malak to be among them, but Superior Fatwa denied the request, insisting it was too important to trust to an outsider. Even after all these years, Malak was still seen for his differences by everyone other than the members of Hasina Pa Margia.
"We won't have to be here much longer," he insisted, crouching down while keeping his balance effortlessly on the tree limb. They tended to stick to the trees whenever they were close to civilization of any sort. "Just have to stick to the plan and before you know it we will be out of here and back home."
She grinned at that and lifted her hood up. "You certainly know how to negotiate. Check the south side and sweep towards the east of the fortress, and I will scout the north then sweep west. Link back up here in half an hour. If we can't find her within that time we will try again but reversed."
With that they parted and made for opposite sides of the Grey Fortress. The night air was cool and moist as it had rained earlier in the day. By the looks of it rain would be coming again before long. Fitting for the storm the death of Thalia Cross would cause among Eledin's Inquisitors. Malak did not know very much about them, but he was well aware of the trouble she was causing for Osoria. Just over a year ago she had been the one to warn the king of the uprising within his own borders, one that was instigated by Osorian spies. And that was just the beginning. More recently she had been thwarting all attempts by the Khasan to gain a stable foothold in the region. Tonight that would end.
A shadow in the night, Malak scaled the north wall with silence and ease. He recalled the first time he attempted such a feat he was flat on his arse in mere seconds. The miracles nothing but training for ten years could do to a person.
As soon as he was over the wall he crept into the shadows of the torchlight and waited for the next patrol to arrive. Supposedly this was not among the best guarded fortresses. Luckily they were attacking on the night Inquisitor Cross would be present. Foolish of her to put herself in harm's way so willingly.