Proven part IX
Devin, Dick, Kyra, and Danna didn't seem to notice as we left the room. They must have been too busy watching the array of dancers as the orchestra started to weave their pattern once again.
I breathed a sigh of relief as we reached the corridor leading away from the ball room. The hall was empty. We made our way down the corridor as a group, my arm around Jazz's. Suddenly, Nic pulled Alek into on off the open doors branching off from the hall. Jasper and I quickly followed, pulling the door shut behind us.
"Let's see it," Nic sinabi immediately.
"What?" Alek asked.
"The Key, 'Lucky'," Nic said.
"I didn't pick that name," Alek reminded him. The irony of having the codename Thirteen and the alias Lucky had actually been my idea. "And it's not ligtas here. You can see it at base."
"Let's see," Nic said, "Who should hold the precious Key to opening the death toy? The rookie amateur or the highly trained leader of this team? Jasper?"
"Don't get me involved," Japer wisely said.
"Oh my Gosh," I said, annoyed that they were actually fighting over the Key like it was a shiny new toy, "let me see it."
Alek reached inside his dyaket looking defeated, likely suspecting I was going to give it to Nic. The Key was actually only a small rectangle; only four inches long and an inch wide. It was the same material as the Weapon, though much heavier. I ruled out it being hollow.
"See the precious Key?" I asked, holding up the Key for Nic to see. He nodded and held out his hand, expecting the same thing as Alek.
Instead, I lifted the palda of my dress slightly and slipped the Key into my kutsilyo sheath susunod to my dagger.
"I'm carrying it," I said, straightening the satin of my dress. Nic and Alek looked equally peeved. Jasper looked pleased.
"Shall we go?" Jazz said, motioning to the closed door.
"Yes," I said. Jazz opened the door and motioned to the corridor. "Ladies first."
"Thank you, sir," I sinabi and curtsied. I stepped through the threshold and screamed. The meaty hand over my mouth muffled the sound. The kutsilyo at my neck silenced me.
Devin, Dick, Kyra, and Danna didn't seem to notice as we left the room. They must have been too busy watching the array of dancers as the orchestra started to weave their pattern once again.
I breathed a sigh of relief as we reached the corridor leading away from the ball room. The hall was empty. We made our way down the corridor as a group, my arm around Jazz's. Suddenly, Nic pulled Alek into on off the open doors branching off from the hall. Jasper and I quickly followed, pulling the door shut behind us.
"Let's see it," Nic sinabi immediately.
"What?" Alek asked.
"The Key, 'Lucky'," Nic said.
"I didn't pick that name," Alek reminded him. The irony of having the codename Thirteen and the alias Lucky had actually been my idea. "And it's not ligtas here. You can see it at base."
"Let's see," Nic said, "Who should hold the precious Key to opening the death toy? The rookie amateur or the highly trained leader of this team? Jasper?"
"Don't get me involved," Japer wisely said.
"Oh my Gosh," I said, annoyed that they were actually fighting over the Key like it was a shiny new toy, "let me see it."
Alek reached inside his dyaket looking defeated, likely suspecting I was going to give it to Nic. The Key was actually only a small rectangle; only four inches long and an inch wide. It was the same material as the Weapon, though much heavier. I ruled out it being hollow.
"See the precious Key?" I asked, holding up the Key for Nic to see. He nodded and held out his hand, expecting the same thing as Alek.
Instead, I lifted the palda of my dress slightly and slipped the Key into my kutsilyo sheath susunod to my dagger.
"I'm carrying it," I said, straightening the satin of my dress. Nic and Alek looked equally peeved. Jasper looked pleased.
"Shall we go?" Jazz said, motioning to the closed door.
"Yes," I said. Jazz opened the door and motioned to the corridor. "Ladies first."
"Thank you, sir," I sinabi and curtsied. I stepped through the threshold and screamed. The meaty hand over my mouth muffled the sound. The kutsilyo at my neck silenced me.
