Day 4 – NaNoWriMo! – EDIT: Over the 7000 word mark!

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Gravus smiled. He reached into his satchel and slowly pulled out a seal.

“Is that what I think it is?” Demetrious asked. Thomas was wide eyed as he stared at Garvus, a newfound appreciation in his expression.

“Of course. You wouldn’t think I would fabricate the imperial seal, would I?” The man gave a completely innocent smile. “I’m an Imperial agent!”

“You’re an Imperial agent on the run with a bunch of fugitives trying to escape the most dangerous city in the empire at this particular time. Now stop playing with us. How do you plan on getting us out of the city?” Garvus sighed, then pulled out another form. He consulted it.

“There is an airship at the Roma Aeroporta. Captain Kartinis used to be a close adviser to Emperor Hadrian, before the disaster with the Marelena. The War Ministry removed him from his post, and Kartinis was busted down to riding dispatch carriers.”

“Sounds like someone with an axe to grind against the Emperor. Why didn’t the Emperor protect him? The Marelena was sabotaged.” Thomas said, eyebrows scrunched. Garvus shrugged.

“Perhaps it had something to do with burying the heir to the throne?” Octavia said quietly. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “But none of this tells me why we should trust you, and why we should even try to contact this captain.” Garvus sat down in a chair as Octavia spoke.

“Because the head of the War Ministry at that time was none other than Sabinus Appius. Kartinis was a rising star before the Marelena debacle. He’d do anything to get back onto an airship outfitted with weapons, rather than mail.” The men were nodding now.

“I understand that reasoning. We can trust his ambition. Wouldn’t he get the same result turning us in to Sabinus?” Garvus stood, annoyance crossing his face.

“We can sit here and argue about whether or not this is a good idea, but when you finally realize that this is the only way out of the city that avoids certain death or capture, I’ll be waiting.”