Terror Twenty-Eight - Plotting

Terror Twenty-Eight - Plotting

The waitress arrives, a nondescript girl with an uninteresting class and an expression that clearly conveys how bored she is with her work. I order some tea, and then a few pastries from the menu. Nothing too expensive, but plenty of them. Ive seen how much Felix eats.

What do you like to drink? I ask Felix.

Juice? she tries.

It doesnt take long for Esme to place her own order, and soon enough the three of us are alone again as the waitress leaves to get our things. Esme leans forward. Are you serious? she asks.

It wouldnt do to say, not unless youre willing to promise not to tell.

Esme nods. I promise. I dont tell people things easily, I swear. And I dont really have friends to tell secrets to anyway! Tell me, please!

I cant help but to giggle at her enthusiasm. Why are you so eager to fight the Church of the Hero? I ask.

Its not fighting them, its, uh, taking back something they took unfairly. She nods, as if confirming that what shes said was correct.

I guess so, I say as I lean forward too. Felix, can you make sure no ones listening in?The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

I can keep watch... sorta.

Thanks, I say before addressing Esme. So, theres this big shipment of books that goes to Santafaria every so often. Have you heard of it?

Esme shakes her head. Nope.

Right, well, that shipments delivered to my mom. Shes a big fan of books.

My mom was too, Esme says. Both of my parents were.

Im not going to ask about the tense there. Right, so the church confiscated the entire shipment and brought it back here. They didnt even bother sorting it first.

Thats awful.

I know! So I want to get those books back, but I dont know where to find them or anything.

Do you have a plan? she asks.

I hesitate. It really wouldnt do not to have one. Well, uh, yes. But its a plan thats still being planned. I have a plan whose first step is: make a plan. That counts, I think. Before I can really do anything, I need to scout out the location where the books are held. Figure out how theyre guarded, what sort of resistance were likely to face, and how.

Like how to sneak by guards and things, Esme says. Her eyes are sparkling. Youre planning a heist!

We both jerk back as the waitress returns with our pastries and sets them on the table. I look away until I sense the woman moving off.

Her head bobs up and down. Yeah! A few mercenary characters. You know the sort.

Mmhmm, I agree. As for whats in it for you... I guess if we succeed, I could let you pick out a book.

One book, she asks with the same tone Id use if Mom offered me one cookie to clean my room.

Two books then.

We could get into big trouble, you know!

Fine, as many books as you can carry on your own. Hows that?

Esme pauses, her eyes narrow. She flexes her arms a few times, biceps... not so much bulging as squirming under her shirt. Yeah, I think I like that one.

Do we actually need her help? Felix asks.

Her head isnt turned towards either of us, but I still have the impression shes focused on me. I... well, maybe we do, maybe we dont, I say. Esme, how can you help us?

Esme blinks. Uh... I dont know, Im just a librarian... a trainee librarian! I know a bit of spark magic, because its easy to do and fun, and I guess I know how to read and write and all that.

So do I, I say. Its a lot more fun being on the other side of the interview table, even if the table were at is round and doesnt technically have sides. I shake my head. I dont know, Esme, maybe your help is only worth half the number of books you can carry.

She gasps, her cheeks go red, and a spark of electricity smacks the table before her hand crashes into it with the full force of a puppy running into a patio door. Fine, Ill help you, then, and itll be the best help youve ever gotten.

I grin. And Mom said Id never be good at manipulating people! Here I did it entirely on accident.

Alright! I say as the pastries arrive. In that case, youre on the team. I think the first thing well need is a proper idea of where things are. We cant plan an extraction without knowing that much. Then we just need to, uh, figure out the rest. But thats the most important part. I nod. Oh! And we need a place to stay and plan all of this. Preferably a place thats not too far from the church and the books.

The waitress places a bill on the table and I thank her absently. I have some change now, so I stack a couple of silver on it and watch them vanish.

I think I know a place, Esme says. I can show you right now. But the rest, uh...

I rub my chin. Do you think Sempers Library would have the plans for the Academys layout? I ask.

Esme nods. Oh, we do have that, I think. We have all of the building plans for a lot of the big churches and temples.

I snap my fingers. Thats it then. Your job, Esme, is to get us those plans. We, in the meantimeI gesture between Felix and myselfare going to scout out this Academy place. See what we can learn about it from just walking around.

I... I guess thats a plan, Esme says. Did you want to see that place I was talking about?

Sure! I say. I reach over and grab one of the last pastries. Felix was kind enough to leave two of them untouched. The rest have all disappeared down her mouth and I think in her pockets. No wonder shes been so quiet. Lets finish this up, and you can show us everything, I say.

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