Ancients (Heroes by Necessity Book 1) by Riley Keene

Author:Riley Keene [Keene, Riley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Keene Publishing
Published: 2017-11-29T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Athala and Ermolt immediately headed to the more administrative hallways of the prison. As the other prisoners left the mess hall to head out to the yard, their mass of bodies congregated around the southern exit. Athala and Ermolt found it easy to make for the northeastern door they’d both been through already and slip out without making a fuss.

Athala took the lead, heading towards the room she’d met Ingmar in originally. She pressed herself up against the wall, creeping along quietly. If Ermolt thought it was unusual, especially since the hall was well-lit and empty, he didn’t say anything. Instead he followed along as best he could, staying close behind her.

In all reality, Athala had no idea what she was doing. How did one look inconspicuous while performing an act that was very conspicuous indeed? Creeping along the side of the hall was the only thing she could think of, and that was only because she’d seen others do it in the stage plays her father used to take her to as a child. If they came across anyone, it would be a real nightmare to try to explain what they were doing. But she could think of no other option.

They approached a crossroad in the hallway, Athala crouched down to peek around the corner. She turned back to Ermolt and whispered that they were getting close.

“Should we start checking doors?” he asked, whispering as well.

“Almost. I want to start with the door right across from his office. He strikes me as the sort to want to be close to the weapons.” She tried to suppress a shudder and failed. “We’re almost there,” she whispered, pointing ahead. “Just two more doors down.”

They crept ahead carefully, Athala shivering again as they came upon Ingmar's office door. They approached the door across from Ingmar’s office cautiously. Athala took hold of the doorknob and turned it slow, trying not to make a sound. She slipped inside as soon as the opening was wide enough for her, and Ermolt followed her lead, closing the door behind himself.

Athala immediately regretted the decision. Ermolt and Athala stood very still, pressing themselves back against the door.

The room they were in was not the armory.

Nor was it unoccupied.

Instead, they were in the barracks.

A row of cots stretched out to their left and some of them held sleeping bodies. At the far end of the room, there was a small round table, where a quartet of guards were seated, playing cards over a dish of cut fruit. They were all focused on their game and so didn’t notice the prisoners who had just wandered in.

“What do we do?” Ermolt whispered to Athala.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” she whispered frantically in return.

“I could take the four of them if I can get halfway across the room before they look up, but the noise is definitely going to wake up the rest of them.”

“Don’t try to fight them!” she hissed. “Can we get what we need in here?”

“Maybe?” Ermolt whispered, taking a moment to look around the room.

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