Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Devils Own ( A Steam Punk and Mystic Tale ) 1.7B

Once he cleared the quay, he removed the thick coat and threw it into the corner. He saw the truck parked nearby. He climbed on top of it and waited. His wait was not long when the driver came to move the truck. The truck drove past the checkpoints and down the hill. No one checked the truck as the sentries were used to seeing the truck at that area. Soon he was at the bottom of the hill, and inside the city boundary. On the truck roof, Kassius looked to the tall towers that lined a distance away where the dirigibles would not sailed by. He recognized the tower that held his target but for now, he needed shelter and food. He dropped off later on the route and went to the seedier area of the city.

Soon Kassius sat at the table nursing his drink while his eyes scanned the tavern hall for any person who might be interested in him. He was at the city night spots; not the classy ones, but the common ones where the late nighters would go for a drink. He avoided the sleazy ones, as those are where the enforcers would patrol but these late night outlets are mostly patronized by the late workers, or young lovers. He could spot no one that looked suspicious to him, and finished his drink. He had to be careful that no one knew he was already in, even Lady Lilith may have warned the Lord. Once he was cleared there was no one following him, he took to the street again. He was looking for a place to rest near the tower. He saw the establishment which no one would search at that hour. It was the City Records Office, and the lock on the door was easy to pick. He stepped in and soon found a comfortable corner to rest. It was some hours before dawn when he would strike.



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