29th of Marsie, 0000 AC

Evening (8.15 p.m.)

8/12 Store, Freedom Avenue, Ravissant Brotherhood.

Jacques stepped out with a baguette clutched under his arm, and a bagful of Giggles, smiling contentedly.

As he started to make his way towards the safe house, he spotted several people dressed from head to toe in black, running hidden in the shadows.

Are they the attackers? Jacques thought. But they weren’t running towards the Bank, in fact, they were moving in the opposite direction!

Holding tight onto his baguette and sweets, Jacques silently followed.

29th of Marsie, 0000 AC

Evening (8.30 p.m.)

Vice President Safe House, Barnes Road, Ravissant Brotherhood

“Why is Jacques taking so long?” Pierre groaned. His stomach was growling, having had nothing since lunch.

Looking in the fridge, he found that his beer stock hadn’t been replenished yet. Fuming, he kicked open his door, and went to complain to the Safe House manager.

On his way, he heard something creak.

“Hello?” he called. “Jacques, is that you?” He started making his way towards the source of the sound. Hearing footsteps, he walked faster. He was so hungry!

29th of Marsie, 0000 AC

Evening (8.45 p.m.)

Barnes Road, Ravissant Brotherhood.

Jacques had been shadowing them for half an hour. They kept avoiding crowded areas, so kept taking really long routes.

Having arrived at Barnes Road, he was starting to worry about an attack on the nobles. Sweating, he took out his knife in case someone saw him.

His fears were confirmed when the leader signalled to his team and they leapt into the Nobles Safe House through an open window on the second floor. Jacques was astounded, but quickly recovered to chase after them.

29th of Marsie, 0000 AC

Evening (8.45 p.m.)

President’s Safe House, Barnes Road, Ravissant Brotherhood.

Roi was watching TV. Having finished his dinner, he switched off the television, and went to prepare for bed. As he got into the bed, he heard his front door open.

Silently, he made his way towards the entrance, and saw his door ajar. Suddenly, he felt a breeze. A warm, humid gust of air was blowing rhythmically on the back of his neck. Breathing.

“Hello, Mr. President,” a voice said. “My name is Lucifer.”