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“I can’t wait,” Sif added with a delighted grin and placed a kiss on Gil’s stubble-covered cheek. “Loki’s going to get a taste of his own medicine, and it’s high time, too!” She giggled but stopped short with a tilt of her head. “Yet, what if Ashe doesn’t want to play along?” She inquired softly as if speaking the words too loud would see them come to pass. “We can’t force her to do this.”
“Are you kidding me? She’s an assassin. One of their primary skills is impersonation, to get close to their target.” Gil assured them. “I’ve done similar things myself, to help me blend in. It’s all about the reconnaissance, learning the target’s habits so you can plan your attack. I’m sure she’d jump at the chance to pay Malice back in a big way.”
“Has he ever seen Ashe before? Won’t he be able to tell the difference?” Sif asked, nuzzling into Gil’s neck.
“She is quite skilled in the art of illusion.” Mist sighed, having given in to the persuasion at hand. “I have seen it for myself.”
“And if he doesn’t follow Ashe’s illusion of Malice and spill all he knows?” Sif cut in again. “I mean, knowing she was here would surely light a candle beneath him…”
“You mean, light a fire under his ass!” Gil chuckled, itching for a drink as his females rested against him.
“Yes, a fire under his ass.” Sif grinned and nipped at his ear.
He knew where this was going and if he had any hope in all the hells that were of seeing this through, he couldn’t give in to their wiles. “We will be prepared for all actions he might take.” He explained, pulling away from them and making for the desk, he poured himself a drink.
“How can we prepare, if we don’t know what he will do?” Mist asked, taking a seat across from him once more.
“I may be able to help answer that.” Came a voice from the doorway and all three of them turned to find a young, dark-haired female waiting for permission to enter.
“Oh?” Mist let out, rising from her chair to usher the female in.
“You have information for us regarding the prisoner?” Gil inquired, taking a seat in his own chair with a drink in hand. “Do you know why he’s come? Other than killing me, that is.”
“He made no mention of killing anyone, save for someone called Zander.” The female replied, her head still hung as she stood with hands clasped before her. “He’s looking for something.”
“Would explain why he was in the Hall in the first place.” Mist looked to Sif and then Gil. “There is much in that room to cause harm…”
“A weapon of sorts.” Gil nodded in agreement.
“And if he needed a weapon, to kill you?” She added, giving Gil reason to consider the question for a moment.
“We must take an inventory of the Hall, in case this isn’t the first time he’s been here.” Sif cut in, but Mist shook her head.
“How do you know this?” She let out, eyeing the female. “What is your name?”
“Morgan, my lady.” The female replied. “I was asked to speak with the prisoner, in hopes I could, tame him.”
“Tame him?” Sif blurted out.
“How?” Gil added, taking another drink.
“You are the Bard that Vanessa speaks of, and very fondly I might add.” Mist’s suspicion diminished and she smiled. “The two of you are, close?”
“As close as we can be!” The female smiled back.
“Well, if you can tame that one, then perhaps you could tame Loki if you had about five-thousand years.” Sif rolled her eyes and let out a giggle. “Firemages are temperamental at the best of times.”
“They do play with fire!” Morgan reminded her.
“Indeed!” Mist laughed. “But what about Loki? What did he say?”
“It was more of what he wouldn’t say, or do, for that matter. Even Vanessa tried, but he would have none of her seductive ways.” Morgan explained. “He loves her.”
“Who?” Gil choked out, placing his drink on the desk before him.
“Loki loves Malice. It’s clear as day on his face when you say her name. Were he ice, she would be the flame that melts him.” Morgan grinned. “She says jump, he asks not only how high but also where he’s to land.”
“Are you serious?” Mist narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms before her.
“His only wish is to find, it, and return to her, to please her. My guess is that he’s in the doghouse for something and he’s trying to make it up to her.”
“And he said nothing of what, it, was?” Gil inquired, scratching at the stubble on his chin.
“No, he did not.”
“And if Malice appears to him before he’s gotten what he came for…”
“He was searching the Hall, and who knows what the legions have stored in there.” Sif cut in.
“There could be a nuclear weapon in there for all we know,” Gil muttered, then poured another drink. “Get the Elves to inventory every weapon in Rihmsjalier. The repairs on the gate are almost complete and when they’re done, it’s to remain locked at all costs. We can’t risk anyone else popping in to raid the armories.”
“We need to know what his plans are.” Mist looked to Morgan. “Ask Vanessa to step up her attempts, perhaps even mention the Hall itself as a place she’d love to, take him.”
Morgan grinned back at her and turned on her heels, making for the door. Gil sat in his chair, rubbing at his eyes, and Sif waited patiently for Mist to stop pacing back and forth.
“You’ll wear a hole in the carpet.” She sighed, letting her chin rest in her hand.
“Sif, can you handle the inventory?” Mist stopped short and eyed their lover. “I will go will Gil and speak with Ashe. The sooner we find out what’s going on, the better.”
Sif rose from her chair and stretched her arms up, over her head. “Finally.” She grinned, blowing a kiss in Gil’s direction. “I will see the two of you, at the evening meal.”