Claude just sighed as this all happened, it wasn't the first time. "Can I at least get some of my books? I have a feeling I'm going to be very bored during this." His expression was deadpanned, he really hoped it wasn't pirates again, though it probably was.
Drew nodded and leaned against a wall, listening for footsteps coming towards the room. He suspected distracting the guard wouldn't be difficult, but waiting for signals always got him antsy. He could hear people running around, but not anyone towards him. The manor's layout wasn't hard to figure out while being inside of it. The majority of them seemed to be almost the same; large entry foyer, staircases on either side, hallways linking to all of the rooms. These rich folk should really invest in better security. Sure, they have good guards and locks, but that's it really, Drew thought.
Damian peered out the window of the bedroom they'd ended up in, watching as soldiers from the nearby fort started trickling towards the house. It was late at night, most of them seemed half asleep. This was going to be easy. He pulled the musket from his back, lining up a good shot to pick off a few of them. "Drew, how many should we kill before we head for the city?"
"Two to five always leaves a nice mark, but feel free to do more," Drew answered, grinning. He turned his head make to the wall to continue listening.
"I always do." Damian grinned as well, shooting one of the soldiers right between the eyes. He collapsed to the ground, sending the people around him into a panic. One of them pointed up to the window Damian was leaning out of, alerting the rest of the soldiers to their position a few seconds before Damian could kill him. The remaining group ran towards the manor. Guards started charging up the stairs towards the bedroom. "We're about to have company."
"Shut up," Lydia hissed. The wind whipped her coat around her. She scanned the ground and spotted guards. Most of them were running towards the house, but a few of them remained on the ground, guarding it. She had to get out of here, or they were going to spot her and then the whole operation would be jeopardized. Her footing at the moment wasn't the best anyways and she would prefer not to go out by breaking all the bones in her body if she tumbled to the ground from three or four stories up. She leaned against the wall behind her and slid so she was sitting. Once sitting Lydia turned so her feet were facing down. "Hold on." She gave herself a small pushed, held tight to the kid and slid down the roof to a flat part that overlooked the grounds, and beyond that, the ocean.
"Oi!" Thaddeus shout-whispered to Damian. "We're about ta have wot?"
With their cover already blown, Damian felt no qualms about yelling "Company!" right into Thaddeus' good ear. The guards were tossing open the doors in the hallway and they were 4… 3… 2 doors away. "Get ready for them ya' fucking lug."
Thaddeus grinned maniacally, pulling the Hydra out from behind his back. "Born ready, scratch-post!"
Rather than waiting for the guards to come in, Right-Ear kicked the door open and leveled his gun at the crowd of guards rushing them.
Shh-BOOM!
The Hydra called out to the incoming adversaries, whose immediate response was to either cower in fear or lay dying on the nice carpet.
"Go! Go! GO!" Thaddeus shouted, pushing everyone towards the nearest exit.
Lydia dumped Claude to the ground and grabbed the rope that was slung over her shoulder. With the guards on the ground, plan A wouldn't work, so she was moving on to plan B. She started to fashion the rope into a lasso and swung it until it hooked on to a sturdy branch that was close to the outside of the tree.
Drew sprinted towards the exit. he navigated the twists and turns until he reached the outside of the ship. Well that was easy, He thought.
Claude took this moment to run, heading, not to the house, but to town. It would be harder to grab a hold on him there. However, he forgot he was tied up and fell right back down.
(He’s tied up tho)
(Oh, never mind that then-)
(Wait so are we following that or not?)
(I fixed it.)
(I'll delete mine)
Lydia pulled another length of rope off of her shoulder and started to tie one end to the rope around Claude's middle. One she was certain it was secure, she tied a knot at the end of the rope that was attached to the tree and started to tie the rope attached the Claude around the knot. The rope was short so Claude wouldn't swing around too much.
She grabbed her gun from her hip and pointed it into the air, then shot it twice. She grabbed the rope with one and the rope attached to Claude with the other and waited. Hopefully, they would bring the ship around, and soon.
Damian quickly dispatched the soldiers still cowering on the ground as Thaddeus led them outside. The more men they left dead on the floor here, the harder it would be to follow them through the town. He cussed quietly when he heard Lydia fire her pistol, taking charge of the group and quickly getting them down to the harbor. Only a few soldiers dared give chase, and he trusted Drew to get rid of them while he and Thaddeus got the ship ready for sailing.
As they moved towards the ship, Drew turned around and drew his dagger. He charged at the soldiers following them, going for the necks. The soldiers put up a fight, and he was punched and kicked a few times. In the end, the soldiers were sprawled on the ground, various cut and stab wounds on their bodies, not a breath from their lungs. Drew was aware that he was now cover in blood, and took a handkerchief from one of the soldiers to wipe off his face. He turned away from the corpses to rejoin the captain.
Damian sighed as Drew jogged back up, taking in the blood with a playful grimace. "You're taking a bath as soon as we get back on board," he said, only half teasing.
"Oi, quit flirtin' and keep running!" Thaddeus bellowed, holstering his Hydra and booking it towards the harbor where they docked.
Drew opened his mouth to reply but shut it and just rolled his eyes at Thaddeus. They were about to arrive at the harbor and he could see the oh so elegant name on the side of the ship. Despite being on the ship for a while, he let out a small laugh, as Neptune's Whore never failed to amuse him.
Damian smiled for entirely different reasons as the ship came into view, already happy to see his favorite woman in the world. He jogged over to the ship with unusual enthusiasm, patting her on the side the way he always did before he hopped aboard. "Drew, unfurl the sails! Thaddeus, hoist the anchor!" He ran over to the tiller, preparing the whore for sailing.
“Come on, come on,” Lydia muttered. Partially to herself, and partially to her crew. She had grabbed the rope Claude was tied up with and was ready to go at any moment. Luckily he was light and she could easily hoist him up and take off. She just had to wait for her crew to bring the ship around and they would be sailing off into the night.