Chapter Forty Two: Ten Million Decibels

EXT. JUST OUTSIDE THE MAIN TOWN OF THE PROVINCE OF MAPLELEAF - NIGHT

A Cloaked Man and a Commish Guard are seen conversing in a dark place. The two seems to be arguing, although no by-passer can say for certain as to the nature of their conversation. Everything is still and quiet.

CLOAKED MAN

(Whispering quite audibly)

The plan cannot wait any longer, for we have invested so much money and energy into this. When will we get the information that we need for certain?

COMMISH GUARD

(Sounding concerned as to the impossibility of the task at hand)

I cannot commit. You know how heavily guarded the Astrological Seminary is. There is no easy access to these things, as you well know yourself.

CLOAKED MAN

(Quite angrily now)

I know how hard it is! Can you do the job or not? I need to know what the stars are telling!

COMMISH GUARD

(Smirking)

I guess you know what this means.

The cold night wind blew from the west, and their faces felt the blowing air and what was eventually coming. Both of them are playing their cards well, and someone must make the next move to prevent any stalemate.

COMMISH GUARD

(Clearing his throat)

I know you know what needs to be done. A job of this magnitude needs more people to commit and there is something that I need from you to expedite the process.

CLOAKED PERSON

(Nodding)

I guess you are right. How much do you need?

The Commish Guard gave out a hardly audible laugh. He was obviously satisfied with himself as to how things are going. Very pleased, indeed.

COMMISH GUARD

(Smiling)

Ten million decibels.

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