This would not be a good day...

Jack sighed as he walked the streets of Bampton, his ever-present guards following close behind him. He could sense their life-energy, feel their blood running through their veins. If he so wanted, Jack could easily stop that blood, and drain the life-energy, and the guards wouldn't have time to scream. But still, they followed him, ready to defend Jack to the death.

Quickly, Jack passed into a darkened street, near where the Church had been. Jack himself had torched that building, when a group of Magiphobics had shut themselves within it as The Dawn Fury had taken Bampton fully. That was before the Order of Elizabeth had grown to any respectable threat. Long before the Siege of Charlbury.

At the end of the street, a single torch burned. Jack and his guards headed towards it, almost running as they hurried. A spy had been captured. Quickly, Jack flicked his hands, blowing open the door the Torch marked with a gust of wind, and marched in. The room was gloomy, lit only by two candles. Chained to the far wall, a small, skinny man struggled valiantly against his bonds. He wore only boxers, and green marks covered his body. Still, he fought on. Near to him, a towering man stood, a glowing green stick in his hand. He reached over and smacked the spy across the face, making the chained man scream and try to claw at his face. Blood ran down his wrists from the shackles rubbing violently as he attempted to sooth the large, green welt across his right cheek. The man with the stick, a Vardi, turned to Jack and bowed deeply. Jack smiled at the man, and turned to the prisoner.

"I can see why you wanted me, Luke, he has incredible willpower." Jack said to the Vardi, a hint of impression in his voice. Luke nodded, and glared at the shackled man, who was now screaming violent curses at Jack.

"Filthy Spell-weavers! All of you! Disgusting, that's what you are!" the man spoke with a Northern accent. Before he could spill out more curses, Jack focused his power. With practised ease, Jack summoned his will and forced it upon the man, subduing him completely. With no magic, and no pre-warning, the man had no chance to resist.

"Shh now, that's just rude. Now, tell me, who sent you. Your not of the Order, you'd have taken your Cyanide capsule as you were captured, and your defiantly not of De Aurorae Impetus, as you evidently hate magic. So, where are you from?"
The man spoke at once, although the look on his face showed he was trying to stop himself.

"Lord Kazshan sent me. I am one of the Underground, I know you know of us." Jack nodded, showing he had.

"Thank you, you will no longer be needed." Jack quickly moved to within touching distance of the man, and laid a hand on his chest, withdrawing his will. The man started to struggle and spit curses at Jack again, blood splattering the floor from his wrists. Through the hand on the man's chest, Jack released a few small electric currents, stopping the man's heart, killing him instantly. The Vardi looked at Jack with confusion.

"Sir, surely it would have been better if you had continued to wring answers from him?" Jack looked at Luke, fire dancing in his eyes from using magic.

"Luke, why would a spy know what was happening in Oxford, while he's here? Anyway, the Underground aren't our major concern at the moment. The Siege of Oxford is still going on, and we need to focus our energies there."