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wordlessly.
Bardon leapt forward to the shack’s door, where he knelt at the
lock. A flickering glow lit the door, partially shielded by his crouching body
“Damn him,” Will hissed, “I told him to wait! Come on, but stay
behind me.” She followed Will backing up to the door, where Saira and Guang,
with his sword out, were bathed in the flickering light. Looking over Will's
shoulder, Abigail saw there was some sort of fuse burning quickly into the
keyhole of the lock.
Bardon had his finger to his lips to signal silence. She saw
Will's shoulders tighten with tension. Then Will was gesturing at Bardon and
Saira. They both nodded. Will turned to gesture at Abigail to stay back, and
indicated she should follow him when he entered. She nodded her understanding
just as there was a soft pop at the lock.
Bardon hit the door with his shoulder. He followed it in as it
swung open. Will came right behind him, moving to the right, Saira darting in
to the left. There were shouts and a single gunshot from inside.
When Abigail entered, it took a second for her eyes to adjust
to the light coming from the candle lamps on the walls. She saw two bodies
lying on the floor, dark pools spreading beneath them, a table in the middle of
the room. Will was moving quickly around one side of the table towards a door
at the back of the room. Bardon, brandishing a sword in each hand was racing
around the other side of the table towards it as well. Part of her wondered where
he had gotten the swords.
The back door crashed open, revealing a snarling, broad-chested
man raising a boxy pistol. He fired it, the sound thunderous in the close
room. Guang spun back from where he had come to stand beside her, hitting the
floor. With a rush of anger, Abigail raised her pistol to shoot the man. Dimly,
she was aware of Will doing the same, while Bardon rushed the man from the
side, his swords whirling faster than Abigail's eyes could follow.
Bardon's blade flashed, removing the man's gun hand. The man
howled like an animal, his other arm darting out like a snake to grab the
startled agent, lifting him off the floor by his suit. At the same instant,
both Will and Abigail fired their weapons at the barrel-chested man. The brute
staggered against the wall, tossing Bardon like a doll through the air, to land
on the table with a crash. It splintered beneath him. Bardon sprawled there,
stunned.
The man cradled the stump of his missing hand to him as he
lurched upright again. Screaming, he sprang into the air towards Will who
coolly fired at him again and again. The man slammed into Will, knocking him
over. They both crashed onto the floor on top of Bardon. Saira jackknifed down
over them, both of her blades stabbing the neck of the implacable attacker. His
body thrashed as Saira pushed down on her hilts, trying to sever his neck, and
then he went still. Will pushed him off, raising unsteadily, gun still pointed
at the still figure.
Having seen the violence of the downed beast, Abigail was seized
by a terrible fear. “Father!” she cried out, and dashed into the next room,
pistol at the ready.
The room was as spare as the other, with only a single bed in
one corner with a small candle-lantern above it. In the middle of the room was
a man tied to a chair. His head and face were covered by a hood. Muffled cries
came from under the cloth as the man struggled to free himself from his bonds.
“Father!” Abigail cried again. Hurriedly, she sat down her gun
and began to untie the hood. “It's all right, father,” she said, half sobbing, “I
have come for you! It's alright.” She pulled the hood up to reveal the face of
a stranger. She recoiled. “You are not my father!” She accused. The stranger
blinked, and then focused his eyes on her.
“No, I should hope not,” he replied. He took in her clothing,
his mustache twitching. “Although if I were your father, I am not sure I would
approve of your current attire. Given that, however, would you be
Bardon leapt forward to the shack’s door, where he knelt at the
lock. A flickering glow lit the door, partially shielded by his crouching body
“Damn him,” Will hissed, “I told him to wait! Come on, but stay
behind me.” She followed Will backing up to the door, where Saira and Guang,
with his sword out, were bathed in the flickering light. Looking over Will's
shoulder, Abigail saw there was some sort of fuse burning quickly into the
keyhole of the lock.
Bardon had his finger to his lips to signal silence. She saw
Will's shoulders tighten with tension. Then Will was gesturing at Bardon and
Saira. They both nodded. Will turned to gesture at Abigail to stay back, and
indicated she should follow him when he entered. She nodded her understanding
just as there was a soft pop at the lock.
Bardon hit the door with his shoulder. He followed it in as it
swung open. Will came right behind him, moving to the right, Saira darting in
to the left. There were shouts and a single gunshot from inside.
When Abigail entered, it took a second for her eyes to adjust
to the light coming from the candle lamps on the walls. She saw two bodies
lying on the floor, dark pools spreading beneath them, a table in the middle of
the room. Will was moving quickly around one side of the table towards a door
at the back of the room. Bardon, brandishing a sword in each hand was racing
around the other side of the table towards it as well. Part of her wondered where
he had gotten the swords.
The back door crashed open, revealing a snarling, broad-chested
man raising a boxy pistol. He fired it, the sound thunderous in the close
room. Guang spun back from where he had come to stand beside her, hitting the
floor. With a rush of anger, Abigail raised her pistol to shoot the man. Dimly,
she was aware of Will doing the same, while Bardon rushed the man from the
side, his swords whirling faster than Abigail's eyes could follow.
Bardon's blade flashed, removing the man's gun hand. The man
howled like an animal, his other arm darting out like a snake to grab the
startled agent, lifting him off the floor by his suit. At the same instant,
both Will and Abigail fired their weapons at the barrel-chested man. The brute
staggered against the wall, tossing Bardon like a doll through the air, to land
on the table with a crash. It splintered beneath him. Bardon sprawled there,
stunned.
The man cradled the stump of his missing hand to him as he
lurched upright again. Screaming, he sprang into the air towards Will who
coolly fired at him again and again. The man slammed into Will, knocking him
over. They both crashed onto the floor on top of Bardon. Saira jackknifed down
over them, both of her blades stabbing the neck of the implacable attacker. His
body thrashed as Saira pushed down on her hilts, trying to sever his neck, and
then he went still. Will pushed him off, raising unsteadily, gun still pointed
at the still figure.
Having seen the violence of the downed beast, Abigail was seized
by a terrible fear. “Father!” she cried out, and dashed into the next room,
pistol at the ready.
The room was as spare as the other, with only a single bed in
one corner with a small candle-lantern above it. In the middle of the room was
a man tied to a chair. His head and face were covered by a hood. Muffled cries
came from under the cloth as the man struggled to free himself from his bonds.
“Father!” Abigail cried again. Hurriedly, she sat down her gun
and began to untie the hood. “It's all right, father,” she said, half sobbing, “I
have come for you! It's alright.” She pulled the hood up to reveal the face of
a stranger. She recoiled. “You are not my father!” She accused. The stranger
blinked, and then focused his eyes on her.
“No, I should hope not,” he replied. He took in her clothing,
his mustache twitching. “Although if I were your father, I am not sure I would
approve of your current attire. Given that, however, would you be
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