The Swamp Fox Lives

["Ricky" Merchant]

Ricky sat looking at the King and Queens robes. This year was especially hard as the renovations which were to be completed in April still had so many more steps to be accomplished. She kept from speaking or thinking a curse but just barely. As it stood the renovations would take until at least Christmas. Stupid Witches of the mountain. They were lashing out at where they thought she was without knowing for sure. She was cloaked something fierce and the daily cleansing helped maintain her invisibility. They however were not as stupid as she wished they were; plus, they had the benefit of years of planning. Even the Shadow war being waged couldn’t stop or deter for too long that level of planning. She was sure of it they had a secret weapon she felt the hands of fate hovering over her more than once and that was no small thing considering her own potent gifts and training. She could really use her mothers Telesthesia sadly much like the whole lot of the Ndị na-ekiri she was fine waiting things out. Which in their case meant unless moved on by the Celestial powers or attacked directly they refused to use their abilities. They refused to fight. She however while keeping the tenets knew that if they stayed forever in the shadows they as a people would be swallowed whole.



Looking once more at the Regalia she would not be repairing she hung them neatly in their cases and decided to go for a walk to clear her head. Headphones firmly in place she locked up behind her and strolled. It would be a long summer to say the least.

[Yates]

Sev had been here one week three days and had no true idea of the scope of what he was walking into. That didn’t mean there was no intel. In fact there was so much Intel that he hadn’t even made it half way through all of the briefs on the area. Abel was nothing if not thorough. Though to Sev’s way of thinking he was exhaustively exhausting. Of course if MI had been half as thorough he wouldn’t be here now. His unit wouldn’t be in the grave and instead of two purple hearts he would be well into his second or third promotion. He shook off those thoughts namely as while he was always angry those thoughts made him want to hurt and be hurt very bad.



So on his second tour of town doing a little reconnoitering he spotted the witch leaving her ‘museum’. She didn’t look like most witches he’d done surveillance on. She was gorgeous yes but also wholly present in that modern distracted way. Headphones in her ears she just traipsed checking her phone periodically clearly changing playlists. He could play things any number of ways. Instead he decided to be somewhat direct. Who knew maybe he and she could have some fun in the course of things.







As she turned into a coffee shop he closed entering behind her and waiting in line gaining a better look at her.