NORTHERN MARKETS
Episode 82
Jailbreak
Satharn, Winter 31
4:15 AM
The giant tree housing the CCA’s base had five decks built around it. Each deck went all the way around and were five floors separate from eachother in height. Each deck connected via suspended bridges to platforms on other trees.
It was early Saturday morning, and the bright moonlight seeped its way through the foliage of the giant leaves and flowers of the treetops above.
A group of five guys scampered their way up the bridge to the second deck from the bottom. These guys all used to be in SWAT teams until the JA took out the entire police force.
Chuck stopped them 3/4 of the way and they all hit the wood on their stomachs. He slowly crept up to the end of the bridge and peered over. Two CCA arch mages stood guard, watching the treefort city with narrow eyes. There was a pair of archmage guards at each bridge on the platform. They stood vigilantly, with their staffs up, ready to fry the hell out of anything they percieved as a threat.
“Dam!” Chuck cussed. “There’s guards everywhere!” he whispered. ” Whiskey, you got that sleep potion?”
A scruffy looking guy from SWAT Magic Control slowly belly-crawled. “Right here.” he said, pulling out spray bottles and passing them to the other three guys. The whole 5 man team were dressed in usual clothes rather than their SWAT gear.
“If you want my guess, this stuff’ll knock them out for a good five minutes, and that’s not a lot of time. Each bottle has enough for good sprays, so thats 25 between us. We go together, we can’t split up.” Whiskey explained.
“Why can’t we just use the sapper?” Cheech asked.
“This is not like back home, guy!” Chuck hissed. “We’re simply here to get Rusty and that ranger and split! Karl said no casualties!”
“Aw come on, those are archmages, this thing won’t kill them! I got it set to tap them and make them unable to cast magic, we go in, cheap-shot them, run in, grab those guys and get out!”
“Sapping archmages is an act of war! Sap them, and you will compromise everyone’s safety!” Chuck hissed back.
“The mayor surrendured to the Magic Council in hopes for aid and refuge for all of us here and back in Kerning City. Total unconditional surrender, and we’ve been ordered to stand down while they figure out where to have us fight. You sap those archmages, and that will be it! They will not help our boys back home and they would just as well kill everyone back at camp! They will destroy us all before you know it!” Whiskey fumed. read more