Chapter 582 - Five Hundred And Eighty-Two: The Royal Armory

The third point of view:

"We're under attack!" Neon came screaming into the room, followed by his younger siblings. 

Julie and Anabelle who had been spooning each other on the sofa broke apart at once before glaring at the children for the interruption. 

Pedro, who had been reading, dropped his book at once, "What are you talking about?" 

"Don't believe a thing they stay," Anabelle said to him before facing the children, "I see the queen's punishment is not enough, and here you are, muttering nonsense once again," She was angry. She had heard about what the twins had done and the punishment meted out on them. 

"We're telling the truth this time," Ailee supported Neon, hoping they believed her. 

Allen said, "Isabella said you should get prepared," 

At the mention of Isabella, there was a subtle change in the air. They finally got the attention they wanted. 

Pedro dropped the book he was reading, walking over to them, "Isabella told you that?" 

"Are you sure Isabella said that?" Anabelle queried, approaching them. 

"Where is Isabella," Julie asked, looking at the door. 

"She's said she's going to inform uncle Judy and that we should get prepared," 

"Prepared?" Anabelle was still confused. 

"Prepare for war. The rebellion is real," Allen broke the news to them, "She said we should equip ourselves with weapons and defend ourselves if push comes to shove," 

"This is ridiculous," Julie didn't want to believe it, "The palace had the best guards -" 

"Not in the case of a rebellion. The guards would be against each other and we wouldn't know who to trust anymore," Pedro pointed out. 

"We need to inform our parents -" 

"They wouldn't believe us without evidence, remember?" Ailee reminded Anabelle whose fingers were ready to dial their contact. 

"That means we need evidence," Judy said. 

"Nor would evidence come to us while we sit around," Pedro added. 

"What are we going to do?" They were still asking when the door burst open and the long-awaited Isabella walked in - with Emily on her back. 

They stared dumbfounded. What the hell was going on? 

"Help me!" Isabella said with a hoarse voice, her knees almost buckling. 

That jerked them to reality and the guys moved instantly with Julie taking Emily off her while Pedro was there to catch Isabella when she fell. 

"Don't tell me you carried her all the way here," Pedro was shocked. 

"What do you think?" Isabella was a bit resentful. Where was he when she needed him? Her back almost split into two. 

"She's injured," Anabelle almost screamed, her eyes shimmering with tears. Aunt Emily was so kind, who dared to hurt her? 

"We have to call a doctor," Neon suggested. 

"No," Isabella stopped him at once, 

"We can't call a doctor with the situation at hand. Moreover, we don't know who to trust. What if we invite the enemy into our nest?"

"You're serious about the rebellion thing?" Anabelle was pale. She had never witnessed bloodshed, not even when Miguel attacked - she was unaffected. Anabelle was scared.

Seated on the edge of Pedro's bed, Isabella scowled at them, "I asked you to get your hands on any weapon,"

"We have ours," The kids showed off their military-grade toys. As usual, Allen had not failed her. 

Julie complained, "Even if we wanted to defend ourselves, there's no weapon here," their room was clean. 

"Do I have to do everything for you guys," Isabella muttered under her breath, wondering why on earth she was surrounded by idiots.

"If you can't get a weapon here, then look somewhere else! What about the royal armory? Did you search there?!" she asked harshly. 

"Oh, that's right," Julie finally remembered, "The royal armory contains the personal arms of past kings, and also houses military weapons, armors, and diplomatic works of art. We could manage those weapons!" 

"But the problem is that it's heavily guarded," Pedro noticed the flaw in their plan. 

"Not if we're under attack," Isabella pointed out. 

"What?" They all turned to her. What was she trying to say? 

"We are under attack?" 

"Wait for it," Isabella gestured to them not to say a word, and almost immediately, a loud alarm went off almost rendering them deaf. 

"What was that?" Anabelle asked, scared. Even without being told, the tension was now so thick it was palpable. 

"That is your cue to leave. The guards would be distracted by the alarm as pandemonium breaks out. Now leave!" Isabella informed them. 

"Thank you," both of them said in unison. As men, it was their responsibility to protect the women and they couldn't do that defenseless. 

"And also!" Isabella stopped them the instant they reached for the door, "Be careful," 

For the first time, Julie felt Isabella really cared about him and a smile broke out on his face. Pedro as well. 

"Now go!" She urged them to leave just before she ordered them, "Get me a bowl of water and a towel," 

Isabella had predicted accurately, no one had questioned their movement as they made their way over to the royal armory. If anything, the royal guards were in a hurry to defend the palace - or what's left of the unconquered quarters. 

"Okay, we now have a problem," Julie muttered as soon as he got to the entrance door. 

"Oh shit," Pedro bowed his head, dejected, "Biometric door lock," He didn't need a prophet to tell him they were not authorized to use the door. 

"We should have known this wouldn't be easy," Julie leaned against the door, running his hand through his hair. This was a perfect example of mission impossible, "What do we do now?" 

"Find someone among the crowd of serious-looking guards with rifles who has the authorization to -" 

"What are you two doing there?!" a stern-looking soldier pointed his rifle at them threateningly. 

At once, Pedro and Julie lifted their hands in the air in surrender. However, Pedro whispered to his partner, "Is that the good guy or the bad one?" 

"I don't know. Either way, he doesn't like us so much. Any idea on how to get out of this?" Julie asked him. 

"Not if you're faster than a bullet," Pedro reminded him. 

"Stop it!" The guard yelled at them, "Stop whispering to each other because it is clear that you both are up to no good. I'll have to take you with him," 

"Uh oh," Julie didn't like that, "We can't allow that,"

"Isabella would kill me. We have to find a way out of this," 

They both were already thinking of a plan as the royal guard slowly approached them. However, as soon as the guard was about to take another step, someone hit him from behind with the butt of a gun. 

Julie and Pedro glance up, shocked, "Miss. Jacqueline?!" 

Unlike the neat and prim Jacqueline they knew, this one looked as if she had a crazy fight. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes rumpled and torn at the shoulder. 

"The kids were right, there is a rebellion," She heaved, walking over to the door and pressed her finger on the scanner, saying, "I don't know what you both want in here but I'm guessing it's for the greater good," 

They glanced at her gun, Jacqueline noticed that. 

"It's not loaded," She explained, sensing their suspicion. 

At once, the door opened with a strain and they walked in only to stop in their tracks. 

"Holy mother of God," Julie gasped, while Pedro had one thought in mind, "The twins would surely love it here," 

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