Relica whispered to the small group.
"Good, we've come this far undetected."
"Yeah," Nate replied. "But when they see four ladies raising swords it's almost a given they'll guess that we are pirates. But D-Rock wanted to send the best."
One by one each pirate walked into the building and took up positions. The swords came out and the alarms went up. Several redcoats appeared and the small battle began.
"Nate move 417 Paula!" Relica yelled.
Paula changed her position, moving towards the leader of the redcoats. The leader turned and saw her. In less than a second the two were fighting at their fiercest, and both pirates and redcoats moved somewhat to give them more room.
The leader noticed that the angles of Paula's swings were becoming slightly less as if she were tiring and he increased his efforts.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw the movement of something coming, but fulling locked in the battle with Paula he could only try put Paula down in time to turn and face the charge. Paula changed her swing angles back to their original width and he realized it had been a ruse to make him commit to a total fight and as Nate's sword strikes knocked him to the ground he felt his body go into shock.
The redcoats did a fallback for a quick confer to reorganize.
"Got it!" Romp yelled.
"46!" Relica ordered and the pirates ran through three corridors to and out an exit.
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"Sir, we were surprised that pirates would stage an attack on London."
"Captain, if that surprised you then I can't imagine what you felt when you were told that they also escaped."
"Sir, their attack was a failure."
"Yes, yes, I know. They passed three loaded jewelry stores and ended up in a museum by mistake and all they got was a piece of paper. People living in London don't want pirates on the streets."
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Relica handed the document to D-Rock.
"Thank you, Reliz."
"You know, D, for something called blank it has quite a bit of writing on it. Too bad we can't read it and know what it says."
"Reliz, I am confident that within two weeks we will have the translation. Please tell the crew to prep for operation Silver Chimes. We will be sailing to Cuba..."
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It was late night and on the top deck D-Rock found the sole watchman. As he had been doing for several weeks, he reached into the bag he was carrying and took out two rocks. He walked over to the edge of the ship. He took the first rock and threw it almost horizontal, ten degrees relative to the water. He took the second rock and threw it at about eighty degrees.
TO BE CONTINUED...