Malum pulled the fire kit from his pocket and moved down the street. Several houses with doors passed before Malum came across what he wanted to, several sacks inside of a container.
The rich mansions certainly couln’t be smelling like the common streets so they opted to through their trash in containers, Malum pulled out some wool and kindle before taking a flint from his other pocket and took a stone from the garden.
He striked the stone with the flint, sparks immediately dispersed into the surrounding area but dissipated before they hit the wool or kindling.
He striked again.
And again.
The flames appeared in an instant as a hot spark hit the wool. It burned quickly and brightly as it then hit the kindling and burned even hotter.
It spread as fast as Malum back off, as the flames grew he knew his part had been completed. With trash surrounding the flames it was just a matter of time before they began to burn as well.
Then the houses wooden frames would start, then their gardens soon after.
A fire was the most dangerous threat inside a city, Malum had heard of several disastrous ones and yet every time they did little to fix the root of the problem.
Malum left his thoughts and ran back towards the bank. He signalled to Florence who was standing on a rood nearby, he then saw Florence’s hand only show two fingers.
Malum did a thumbs up in return and he then went towards the entrance of the bank.
Jameson was waiting for his leaning on one of the pillars, a smoking pipe was hanging out of his mouth and he and Malum started a casual conversation.
They talked about mundane news and passed around the pipe before they looked over to the side to see red flames flickering above the houses.
“Help, there’s a fire!” Jameson shouted into the bank. He could see the two Knight sitting down in the waiting chairs but they quickly rose to their feet.
They placed on their helmets as Jameson’s knocking got louder, before they opened the door and asked, “A fire? In what direction?”
Jameson and Malum both pointed to the right place before the Knight quickly rushed to go and help. Perhaps if chivalry wasn’t beaten into their bones there would have focused on keeping the gold safe...
Malum and Jameson weren’t going to complain, they walked in through the doors and got to work sweeping the area.
The main lobby was fairly empty, the waiting areas and desks were both completely baron. They signalled through the main door for Florence to come in and once he had arrived they started to sweep through the banks first floor.
The Knights wore iron armour from head to toe, and whilst this made them near impossible to cut with normal weaponry it also made there footsteps as loud as a Beasts.
“Clink, Clink” Malum and Jameson heard from the halls. They spotted the guards soon after and Florence and Jameson quickly got into character.
Jameson was sorting out the tools on his belt as he wandered down the corridor.
`I am your average worker` he repeated in his head and with it came ideas as to what an average worker would do.
Hearing the strange sounds he would call out, so he did, “Hello who’s there?”
The Knights held there silver like swords out and shouted, “Who are you?!”
They kept each other close as they assumed battle formation. They got the targets in sight before they heard,
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“We’re the repair workers you asked for?” Jameson did his best confused and somewhat flustered face, he then pointed to where the lobby was, “The Knights at the entrance let us in.”
“I didn’t hear about any repairs, did you?” asked the one with a small bit of hair coming through his headpiece.
“No I didn’t.”
The guards kept up their stances as they let the moment sit. Both were undecided as to what to do, Jameson decided to help them come to the right conclusion.
“Can we just get our jobs done. Its already late.”
The guards looked them up and down seeing their tools and their plain workers clothes they seemed to come to have arrived at answer.
“Your right, its late. You should get your jobs done quickly; we’ll escort you whilst you work.”
They did relax their guards considerably but they swords remained exposed and they still kept one another close. More importantly their vigilance remained up and Jameson didn’t want the ambush with them still alert.
He thought to places he could fix, anything anyway where he had seen a place that needed to be fixed and found one where he could go and make a few repairs.
“It’s the desk inside of the Director’s office. We were told it was at the end of the corridor.”
Malum remembered to when he snapped one of the legs. `So that was why it was brighter. My Intuition really managed to predict such a scenario, how? Is it some sort of sorcery?`
He snapped back to reality as Jameson and Florence were escorted towards the Directors office. It was then that an opportunity presented itself, one Knight went in to observe them and the other kept guard outside.
Malum was watching at the end of the corridor. It was dark, but candle light allowed for some vision across the dark hallways.
Malum pulled out his old dagger and coated its blade in a blue liquid. He wasn’t confident enough to throw the weapon which meant he would need to cross the distance.
So, he walked out with his dagger behind his back and called, “Guys? Where did you go?”
He made sure only the guard outside would hear him and the Knight held up his sword at the sudden sound.
He let Malum walk into his view and once he saw he was another worker he dropped his guard again, “your guys are already working on the repairs. There just in here,”
The Knight turned around to open the door but Malum couldn’t let that happen. He rushed to close the distance and planted his dagger between the gap of the helmet and the chest plate.
He didn’t do it to deeply, after all he wasn’t trying to kill the man he just needed his drug inside the Knight system. If he hadn’t turned to open the door, he would have needed to use the dagger at all.
Letting the mans falling body to the floor, he tried his best to keep the clattering of metal to a minimum. Blood came out the wound and Malum took of the helmet to deal with the worst of it.
After some minimum first aid, he hid the body in the office next to the Director and then opened the door into the room where Jameson and Florence where doing `repairs`.
“You bastards, I was just taking a whizz and you lot disappear!” He said as he opened the door.
The Knight was situated by the window, looking out onto the street. Jameson and Florence were huddled next to the broken desk.
Jameson and Florence rushed to talk before the Knight, “David! Good to see you, come here and help us.” Florence turned to the Knight, “It shouldn’t be long now.”
The Knight nodded and after gazing more at Malum and then outside he turned his attention back to the window.
Malum huddled down and explained the plan.
“I’ve got one, you just need to put on this glove and shake the Knight hand. The poison should go through the skin and into his blood. If the Knight also has gloves on make sure to grip it tight and play of the liquid as sweat. Jameson he’s the bottle.”
They then played off fixing the table, which they essentially just forced the old leg back into place and then let kept Florence there to keep the weight off the broken joint.
Malum and Jameson stood up and walked towards the Knight. Malum kept his dagger coated in case Jameson’s method didn’t work and in position Jameson spoke first,
“As good as new. It was good meeting you Knight?” He acted as if he wanted to make a connection, considering Knights status it was something common for a commoner to desire.
“Knight Brightford” He then reached for Jameson hand and shook it with his own. Through his cloth glove he felt the sweat of the worker and nearly pulled his hand back but he respected the worker for such a quick job so he continued to shake it even whilst he could feel the sweat spread onto his hand.
“Right,” Jameson turned and said, “We’ll get out of your hair then.”
The Knight nodded but as he eyes moved he focused on Jameson hands. They were wearing gloves as well, and it was the tougher ones which woodworkers usually used. How could sweat go through that?
He felt his brain confusion and then he felt his gaze begin to falter. The glove turned blurry and his heavy armour felt even heavier. His muscles relaxed as he was falling he saw someone wave as he fell to the floor.
“Clash!” resounded the sound of his fall.
Jameson nodded to Malum, “That was like 10 seconds, what kind of poison does that?”
Malum laughed, “The ones I make of course.” In fact it was recipe number 14 of his 100 poisons.
Jameson eyes him slightly then turned back to Florence, “Let’s go to the vault shall we?”
With 4 guards gone, it was safe to say that most of the security was gone. With some at the party, it left at maximum two down in the basements corridor.
They walked out of the room and closed the door behind them. They then walked the same route they had before towards the vault. In fact, they had walked pretty much the same journey from start to finish as when they had toured the place.
From the lobby to the Directors office, and now to the vault.