2.3
It had been
three days and nights since Irina stood on the roof looking through the set of
binoculars that was positioned there. The binoculars were pointed to a series
of mirrors that would reflect an image from different mounted mirrors. She
could see down three streets with seven well positioned mirrors. She saw what
others may perceive as normal, but there was a scene of tension there. The
peddlers are not selling briskly with the people rushing past them or grabbing
in a hurry what they needed. The canines and felines were missing, and so were
the pigeons. The later were all in their pens, and the sky was clear. She could
make out the two scouts there trying to blend in; they stand out too obvious
with their concentrated effort to fit in. It was the dressing which made them
stood out; having their cloaks to cover the uniform on a warm morning was a
wrong move. She looked to the other
mirror and it showed another street entrance where a square was located. She
counted a total of twelve mercenaries there, with one other was a Devil’s Own
traitor. These were all dressed in their official uniforms, and rifles slung
over the shoulders.
“The flames of
Hell, I knew that man. He is Mitchell.” Irina whispered the name. Mitchell was
one of theirs, and was dressed in the uniform of the mercenaries. He was once a
Master before he disappeared from the Guild. He did not surfaced and the other
Masters thought he had absconded to the Islands. He was considered as a non
threat and placed on the list of traitors, which would be killed on sight.
Irina tapped the wire tap that would transmit the data through the sonar cups
that would be received by the other cups. It was a refinement of the telegraph
but this one enhanced by the use of sonar like how bats fly in the caves. The
messages appeared in a series of sounds, that the operators knew how to
decipher. She had asked for the reflection at the main square which was two
blocks from the one she saw. The operator there moved the mirrors to the
correct sets, which required the study of the positioning. In the reflection,
she confirmed her fear. There were more of the mercenaries.
“Ben, tell the
Masters the mercenaries are led by Mitchell. They are targeting the south and
east exits.” Irina reported in. She then move to another side of the roof and
checked the mirrors.
“We been
betrayed~” Her words were not complete when she saw the dirigibles arriving at the
city. They were the United Continents ships and seldom fly so close in a column
of three.
Those were not Destroyers, but Carriers. The dirigibles are held up
by a single balloon measuring two hundred and seventy feet across, with the
twin deck hull below. In place of the anchor was the propeller blade which
drove the dirigibles across the skies, and also directed its flight path. The
blades are huge ones at a radius of six feet across, and there were three of
such units attached to the rear hull. These carriers were armed with six mounted
machine guns on the upper decks, and could hold a load of two hundred
mercenaries.
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