Stories Thread

[AussieGiant]

Cairo, 1125

The Mansuriyya Commander stared intently at his Amir, waiting for any sign that might indicate the attack should begin. He quickly glanced back at the building that was clearly visible from their concealed vantage point.

While staring at the nondescript structure now ringed by some of his best troops, he thought back to the events over the past months.

He should have met Christian Hardy on numerous occasions, the process of cross checking information as part of the investigation was also a passive alarm of sorts. If either party did not show it meant something was wrong and the standing assumption was the entire relationship was in jeopardy.

That day had come and past, and after informing his Amir of the situation, the majority of the regiment was quietly tasked with find the ex-officer and ensuring his survival. It seemed the Infidel had some influence with the Amir and perhaps others.

At some point while recalling these thoughts of the past few months he quietly heard his Amir give the order to proceed.

The commander raised his arm, the lookout across the street saw the sign. A few moments later the company burst into action.

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The sounds of violent struggle and sword play reached down into the basement where Apionnas was bound tightly to a chair.

He waited, tension building in his body as the sounds of fighting drew closer.

Suddenly the door burst open, the familiar hooded form of one of his captors lurched into the room, blood running from a a deep wound to his arm, a wicked looking knife in his other hand. Realising his assailant had nothing but murder on his mind Apionnas began struggling in his chair, his bonds where viciously tight but that did not stop him from frantically trying to put distance between himself and the hooded man at the other end of the room.

The chair tipped, the world tilted, his head cracked against the flag stone a mist of red and purple descended. He realised consciousness was fading and with it any chance of survival.

He felt the cold tip of steel against his throat.

The next feeling would be the warm gush of blood across his chest.

The knife bit deeply, the blood began to pour...darkness.