trackers reading anyone else and figuring out the plan.”
The two sat quiet for a moment; Gabe unsure what to say to comfort his friend and Uri stewing in his own frustration. “Damn it! It was a stupid plan!” Uri swung an arm around behind himself and his bag being the nearest object in reach he swung it across the room with as much force as he could muster.
“Uri!” Gabe cried, a little shocked by the display. “Look, you need to realize Michael wasn’t just doing it for us. He knew it was to help Dina, Raimie, and Sophie as well. Don’t lose sight of why we’re here. Do you want everything Michael did to be pointless?”
“Of course not,” Uri’s voice was suddenly free from the anger and now consumed with sadness. “I just wish I had been there to help him.”
Gabe gave Uri a pat on the shoulder. While he desired greatly to comfort his friend, part of him was also worried if Uri was going to be able to pull it together and do the job they were sent here to do. “He’s in good hands, he’ll be alright.”
Even though Gabe was also distressed at the situation with Michael, he couldn’t help but be relieved to find out nothing had happened to Sophie. His mind had instantly filled with fear when he saw Uri’s state.
“The sooner we figure this out and get back, the better.” Gabe added. “I’m sure Michael will rest easier knowing we are home and everyone is safe.”
Uri nodded, “I’m getting pretty sick of waiting around here for when Madame Patina might be ready to talk to us. I think perhaps it’s time for us to do some investigative work on our own.”
“I couldn’t agree more, but how?” Gabe questioned. “She has stationed a guard right outside our door. There is no way they will let us just roam freely around Iron Gate. She has made it more than clear she doesn’t like the circumstances under which we are here.”
“Nothing says we have to use the door.” Uri said, his face shifted from a saddened hollow shell into one that reflected a mischievous grin. Gabe thought, nothing could probably take Uri’s mind off home except for doing something they weren’t supposed to.
“I’m up for whatever you have in mind.” Gabe shuddered as he watched Uri rush to the windows edge and peer over.
Gabe approached the window cautiously as Uri stepped aside, allowing his friend to get a good look. Without warning, Uri patted him so vigorously and hard on the back that Gabe lost his footing and tumbled forward, nearly out the window.
Gabe caught himself on the stone wall just before Uri bellowed, “You first, my friend.”
“Oh no,” Gabe said with a nervous laughter, backing up carefully. “I insist, it was your idea, you first.”
Uri leaned over for a second look and estimated they were roughly twenty-five feet up. Uri’s wheels were clearly spinning as he looked back and forth from the bed to the window.
“Oh no,” Gabe said. “I don’t think I like that look in your eyes.”
“Oh shut up and help me.” Uri said, giving Gabe a quick elbow to the ribs and a grin before bounding to the bed, stripping it of its linens. Gabe’s jaw dropped as he watched Uri begin shredding them into strips.
“Uri!” Gabe exclaimed. “We are going to get in trouble.”
“Only if they find out.” Uri quickly retorted. “And really Gabe, do you care?”
“What has gotten into you?” Gabe asked, trying to hide he was somewhat amused by his friends sudden shift in attitude.
“Look, you’re right, we are here to help our friends and the sooner we figure out who is behind all this, the sooner we can go home. Here,” Uri said, tossing the torn strips to Gabe. “Start twisting these together.”
Gabe did as he was instructed, handing each strip he braided to Uri who would then tie it to the end of the last. As they came to the end of the strips, they both looked at the tattered pile.
“Uri, are
The two sat quiet for a moment; Gabe unsure what to say to comfort his friend and Uri stewing in his own frustration. “Damn it! It was a stupid plan!” Uri swung an arm around behind himself and his bag being the nearest object in reach he swung it across the room with as much force as he could muster.
“Uri!” Gabe cried, a little shocked by the display. “Look, you need to realize Michael wasn’t just doing it for us. He knew it was to help Dina, Raimie, and Sophie as well. Don’t lose sight of why we’re here. Do you want everything Michael did to be pointless?”
“Of course not,” Uri’s voice was suddenly free from the anger and now consumed with sadness. “I just wish I had been there to help him.”
Gabe gave Uri a pat on the shoulder. While he desired greatly to comfort his friend, part of him was also worried if Uri was going to be able to pull it together and do the job they were sent here to do. “He’s in good hands, he’ll be alright.”
Even though Gabe was also distressed at the situation with Michael, he couldn’t help but be relieved to find out nothing had happened to Sophie. His mind had instantly filled with fear when he saw Uri’s state.
“The sooner we figure this out and get back, the better.” Gabe added. “I’m sure Michael will rest easier knowing we are home and everyone is safe.”
Uri nodded, “I’m getting pretty sick of waiting around here for when Madame Patina might be ready to talk to us. I think perhaps it’s time for us to do some investigative work on our own.”
“I couldn’t agree more, but how?” Gabe questioned. “She has stationed a guard right outside our door. There is no way they will let us just roam freely around Iron Gate. She has made it more than clear she doesn’t like the circumstances under which we are here.”
“Nothing says we have to use the door.” Uri said, his face shifted from a saddened hollow shell into one that reflected a mischievous grin. Gabe thought, nothing could probably take Uri’s mind off home except for doing something they weren’t supposed to.
“I’m up for whatever you have in mind.” Gabe shuddered as he watched Uri rush to the windows edge and peer over.
Gabe approached the window cautiously as Uri stepped aside, allowing his friend to get a good look. Without warning, Uri patted him so vigorously and hard on the back that Gabe lost his footing and tumbled forward, nearly out the window.
Gabe caught himself on the stone wall just before Uri bellowed, “You first, my friend.”
“Oh no,” Gabe said with a nervous laughter, backing up carefully. “I insist, it was your idea, you first.”
Uri leaned over for a second look and estimated they were roughly twenty-five feet up. Uri’s wheels were clearly spinning as he looked back and forth from the bed to the window.
“Oh no,” Gabe said. “I don’t think I like that look in your eyes.”
“Oh shut up and help me.” Uri said, giving Gabe a quick elbow to the ribs and a grin before bounding to the bed, stripping it of its linens. Gabe’s jaw dropped as he watched Uri begin shredding them into strips.
“Uri!” Gabe exclaimed. “We are going to get in trouble.”
“Only if they find out.” Uri quickly retorted. “And really Gabe, do you care?”
“What has gotten into you?” Gabe asked, trying to hide he was somewhat amused by his friends sudden shift in attitude.
“Look, you’re right, we are here to help our friends and the sooner we figure out who is behind all this, the sooner we can go home. Here,” Uri said, tossing the torn strips to Gabe. “Start twisting these together.”
Gabe did as he was instructed, handing each strip he braided to Uri who would then tie it to the end of the last. As they came to the end of the strips, they both looked at the tattered pile.
“Uri, are
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