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John slowly watched the moon from the roof of his dorm building. It wasn't anything too spectacular about it, but it was nice. They would be leaving soon, he just hoped the bureau would listen.

"It's getting late, we should go." He spoke quietly.

"Then let's go." John was beginning to catch onto him.

He quickly made his way down the building, and towards the treeline. He hopped the wall with relative ease, and they made their way into town through the woods. It wasn't that far of a walk, maybe 15-20 minutes. They arrived at dark, and were greeted by a rather large doorman.

"Weapons?" He spoke with no feeling.

"Yes." John's accompaniment spoke with confidence.

"Go upstairs, he's waiting for you." Once again, not a speck of emotion.

They passed a total of 6 more guards on the way up, not counting the two outside the room door. The one on the left opened it for them.

"So, the crusaders have found the great Hawthorne Academy." The man spoke with confidence, and considering his age, he must have had everything needed to back it up. Most assassins don't make it out of their 40's, he was in his late 60's easily.

"Alkir, how many scouts have been in?" He asked the man with John.

"Three, before I arrived there, they were taken care of, but the inhabitants must be aware of the coming war. If they're not, they have a right to know." Alkir spoke with respect, but at the same time, he was making sure his point got across.

"I agree. John, what do you need." He spoke with respect towards John, something that he wasn't expecting from the older generation of assassins.

"Bow, arrows, throwing knives, and a few blades, and a cure." John hoped he'd be able to help.

"Faytac. Genetic." Alkir added on

"Well, it will take me some time to get the ingredients, but I'll do what I can. As for weapons, Howard can take you nextdoor."

John and Alkir walked out, and the left doorman put a hand on each shoulder, and guided them to room 301, and handed them a large duffle bag. "Knock yourselves out."

They had everything. John grabbed two compound bows, 15 throwing knives, three shortblades, two handfuls (approx 30) of broad-tipped arrows, and a few (8) field tips.

"Alkir looked at him, and spoke with a small amount of fear. "I've got to go, meet me back there, something's amiss."

John understood, and quickly made his way downstairs and outside, before sprinting back to the school. He found out why Alkir left halfway there. There was a cleric wandering through the woods. John quickly put an arrow through the side of his head. he say the clerics accomplice not too far away, completely shredded. "Looks like Alkir knows what he's doing."

John looked for more tracks, but there were none. That was it, two more scouts. John retrieved his arrow, and quickly made his way back to the school, after hiding the body.

Alkir handed him a small letter. "This came from one's pocket."

"Scope the front lines, and the surrounding areas, report back, two days, and this school's history."

Two days. Two fucking days. He thought he'd have more time. He needed to find Kyra, and Shrade, and Marcey. They needed to get out, now. He sprinted back as fast as he could back to the school. Ran right into the female dorm, and started banging to Kyra's door like an animal. He was not going to be the reason these people died, no, he couldn't.

Alkir spoke up quickly. "John, it's three in the fucking morning. If that was my room, I would beat your fucking head in, stop being such an irrational fuck. Jesus, they sent me here to fight with you, not babysit." And with that, he was gone.