Six Of Foxes (Six Foxes)

Section 5 (Awilful confession is spoken) Tera

...[.Eight Clang]...

Where is Ken? Tera leaped from foot to foot in front of the combustion furnace, ringing the alarm warning that was faintly deafening her ears, suffocating her mind. Yellow Protocol? Red Protocol? Tera could not remember what the difference was. Their plan was conceived in the hope that the alarm would not go off.

    Krista had tied the mine to the roof and dropped the rope down for them to climb. Tera had already handed over the remaining mines to be carried aboard by Reyn and Reader, along with scissors found in the laundry room and her alakadar climbing hooks that she made from the metal teeth of the flushing board. Then, he cleaned the rain drops and moisture from the floor of the garbage room, also making sure that there were no mining debris or other traces of their existence. There is nothing to do but wait-and panic when the alarm starts ringing.

    He heard people shouting at each other, the roar of boots that were tracing the ceiling. At any time, an intuitive guard might decide to wander into the basement. If they find Tera near the combustion furnace, the escape route through the roof will become clear. Tera will not only harm him, but others.

    Come, Ken. I waited for you. They were all waiting for the young man. Silva just a few minutes ago arrived in the basement, clashing in the fog and stinging.

    "There!" silva. "What else are you waiting for?"

    "You!" Tera reply rebuking. However, when he asked where Ken was, Silva's face immediately wrinkled.

    "I thought he was with you."

    Silva then disappeared while he was climbing the mine while grunting the fatigue, leaving Tera standing at the bottom, sculpting because he did not know what to do. Have the guards arrested Ken? Is Ken in prison, fighting to protect his life?

    He's Ken Lunark. Even if they lock him up, Ken can escape from any cell, from any shackle. Tera could have left the mine for Ken, praying that the rain and the burning furnace would cool down not to scorch the tip. However, if instead he stood dumbly, he would reveal their escape route and could end their history. He had no choice but to climb.

    Tera snatched the mine just as Ken flung the door open and darted in. Her clothes were stained with blood, her hair was disheveled.

    Tera was excited and wanted to ask, "Ken--"

    "Quickly," said Ken without babibu driving him away.

    Thousands of questions shook Tera's head, but she did not stop to ask. He jumped onto the coal and started climbing. The drizzle was still coming down from above and he felt the mine tremble as Ken gripped beneath him. As Tera looked down, she saw Ken resting against the wall to pull the furnace door shut behind them.

    Tera raised her hands one-on-one, lifting her body from knot to knot, with her arms beginning to ache and mine scraping her palms. Stacking the feet against the walls of the combustion furnace when where necessary, then hinged because of the hot temperature of the brick. How could Krista climb like this without a handle?

    Far above, Ghantaclock's alarm was still noisier like a chorus of angry pots and pans. What exactly is wrong? Why did Ken and Silva split up? And how can they escape this dilemma?

    Tera shook her head as she blinked to flush the rain from her eyes, her back muscles getting tense the higher she moved.

    "Gratitude to the Saints," she insisted as Reader and Reyn grabbed her shoulders and pulled her a few feet up to the roof. He rolled over from the lips of the chimney, all over his body drenched and trembling like a half-drowned kitten. "Ken's climbing a rope."

    Reader and Reyn snatch the mine to pull Ken up. Tera was not sure how much Reyn's energy contributed, but the young man worked very hard. They dragged Ken out of the chimney. He fell sprawled, flat on his back while flapping. "Where's Krista?" naturally. "Where's Silva?"

    "It's on the embassy roof" Reader said.

    "Leave the mine and bring the others" Ken said. "Let's go forward."

    Reader and Reyn threw the mine from the combustion furnace and snatched the two net rope rolls. Tera took one and forced herself to rise. He follows Ken to the lip of the roof where Krista has tied a mine connecting the roof of the prison with the roof of the embassy sector below. Someone has made hardpoints for people who are not as smart as Cats in resisting gravity.

    "Gratitude to the Saints, Syel, and Aunt Evamu--"

"Can you stop tearing my aunt?" the Reader chimed in with Tera saying thank you, then slid down the rope, followed by another.

    The roof of the embassy is curved, perhaps so that the snow does not accumulate, but along it seems like walking on the back of the hump of an enormous whale. In addition, the roof is much more hollow than the roof of the prison. Everywhere, scattered many locations are prone to mired-channel ventilation, chimneys, small glass domes designed for light entry. Silva and Krista were confined to the base of one of the largest domes, a silver ornamental ceiling window in a round building where the embassy entrance is located. The dome was less able to protect from the spatter, but had the guards on the outer wall turned away from the gate and turned to the Royalemerald roof, Ken's crew would have been invisible to him.

    Krista is putting her foot on Silva's lap.

    "Rubber I can't take it all off his heels" Silva said as he watched them approach.

    "Help him" said Ken.

    "Me?" tera Tukas. "You mean not--"

    "Just do it."

    Tera crawled up to see Krista's blistered legs up close, aware that Ken was monitoring her movements. Ken's reaction the last time Krista was injured was more than just worrying about her, even though what Krista had this time was not as severe as a stab wound - and this time Ken couldn't blame Deal. Tera concentrated on the rubber particles, attempting to remove them from Krista's skin as she removed the iron ore from prison bars.

    Krista knows Tera's secret, but Silva looks at her while gawking. "You're Fabricator?"

    "Would you believe me if I said no?"

    "Why didn't you tell me?"

    "You never ask" said Tera.

    "Thr--"

    "That's it, Silva." The girl tightened her lips, but Tera knew this was not the last time she heard the question. He ordered himself to refocus attention on Krista's feet. "For the sake of Goddess Shi," he said.

    Krista grimaces. "Is that so bad?"

    "No, it's just that your legs are ugly."

    "It's the ugly feet that lead you to this roof."

    "But are we trapped here?" ask Silva. Ghantaclock stopped clinking and in the ensuing silence, the girl closed her eyes in relief. "Finally."

    "What happened in prison?" reyn asked, a panicked tone re-emerging in his voice. "What triggers the alarm?"

    "I ran into two guards" Silva said.

    Tera turned away from her work. "You didn't bring them down?"

    "It has. One of them shot several times. Another guard approached. That's when the bell started ringing."

    "Damn it, so that's what triggered the alarm."

    "Maybe" said Silva. "Where are you, Ken? I wouldn't be in the staircase if you didn't waste time looking for you. Why don't you meet me at the brothels?"

    They all looked at him. Tera felt her patience run out.

    "What the fuck?" said. "You put your feet up before Reader and I get back, and then you decide to expand the search and let Silva think you're in trouble?"

    "There's something I need to take care of."

    "Your reasons are not good."

    "I have a hunch" said Ken. "I followed my hunch."

    Silva looked in disbelief. "Nonsense?"

    "I made a mistake" Ken moved. "Happy?"

    "No," said Krista kalem. "You owe us an explanation."

    After a while, Ken said, "I'm looking for Rav Frederic." An expression that Tera did not understand flashed between Ken and Krista; knowledge that she could not access.

    "For the Saints, why?" ask Silva.

    "I wonder who in Geak leaked the information to him."

    Tera wait. "Then?"

    "I can't find him."

    "What about the blood on your shirt?" ask Reader.

    "If Silva doesn't cross paths, then neither will I."

    Silva looked guilty but pretended not to hear. Tera doesn't believe it either.

    Ken rubbed his eyes with his hands. "I screwed. I made a bad decision and I deserve to be blamed. But, that doesn't change our situation."

    "What's our situation?" silva asked Reader. "What are they going to do now?"

    "The alarm was the Yellow Protocol, sector disruption."

    Tera massages her temples. "I don't remember what that means."

    "My guess is, they think someone's trying to get out of jail. That sector is already sealed off from the rest of the Royalemerald, so they'll authorize a search, perhaps to find out who's not in the cell."

    "They're going to find people we've knocked out in the women's and men's detention areas" Reyn said. "We need to get out of here. Forget Erikson."

    Reader brushed her hand into the air. "It's too late. If the guards thought that an escape attempt was underway, the checkpoints would be on standby. They won't let anyone pass you by."

    "We can still try" Tera said. "We bandaged Krista's feet--"

    The girl stretched her legs, then stood up, testing her bare heels on the pebbles. "It feels fine. My feet don't calluses anymore, huh."

    "I'll tell you the address to post the complaint" Silva said blinking.

    "OK, the Demon can walk," Tera said as she rubbed her damp face with her sleeves. The rain remains as thin as the mist.

"We're looking for a comfortable space to shake the heads of party guests and then we're walking away from this place in their fancy clothes" Reyn said.

    "Through the embassy gate and two checkpoints?" reader is skeptical.

    "They don't know that anyone has escaped the prison sector. They saw Silva and Ken, so they knew that something was coming out of the cell, but the guards at the checkpoint were going to look for the prisoner in uniform, not the fragrant diplomat in fine clothes. We have to do this before they realize that six prisoners are already roaming the outer ring."

    "Forget it" Silva said. "I'm here to find Erikson and I'm not leaving without him."

    "Make what?" ask Tera. "If you make it to White Island and find Erik, you won't get out. Reyn was right: We have to leave now but still have a chance. Although his brain was as big as a shrimp, it turned out that yours was smaller, yes," Tera couldn't possibly miss the annoyed expression of the Young Master.

    Silva. "If I had to cross over to White Island myself, I would."

    "That may not be an option" Reader said. "See."

    They're gathered around the glass dome runway. The round building below is full of people drinking, laughing, greeting each other before the celebration on White Island.

    While they were watching, a group of stone guards burst into the room, trying to line up the audience.

    "They added one checkpoint," Reader said. "They'll check the identity proof of everyone again before those people are allowed access to the glass bridge."

    "Because of the Yellow Protocol?" ask Tera.

    "Perhaps. Just in case."

    "Then it's clear" said Tera. "We'll just raise our hands and try to escape now."

    "I know the way" said Krista slowly. They all looked at him. The yellow light from the dome gathered in his dark eyes. "We can go through that checkpoint and enter White Island." He pointed down, to where two groups of people entered the round building from the guard post field and were removing rain drops from their clothes. The girls of the Blue Iris house are easily known based on their dresses and the flowers embedded in their hair and neckline. And there can be no mistaking the men of Paron-tato everywhere, naked arms, though the cold air shivers. "The West Kharfa Delegation is beginning to arrive. We can go in."

    "Krista--" said Ken.

    "Silva and I can come in" Krista continued. His back was upright, his tone was calm. He looks like he's facing a firing squad and pushing a blindfold. "We're going in with Cerveny's entourage."

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