by Nicholas Killewald

Monday, September 30, 2024

"Nothing in her cloak, sir," says one of the guards as she holds up Janis's cloak for Roderick to see. "Mmm hmm," Roderick replies. "Check the room. Make sure nothing's out of place." "Yes sir," the guard replies as she wads up Janis's cloak and throws it back to her. "Now stand aside, Janis," Roderick continues as he motions towards the lab door, "and let them do their job. We both know you're not going anywhere." Janis simply huffs at this indignity. Janis now stands behind Roderick with her cloak wadded up in her hands, close to the table near the door where she placed the potion earlier. Roderick does not notice this, monitoring the guards with smug assuredness. "Interesting to find you in a lab this time," he says. "Didn't think you to be the type." Janis, certain that she is unseen by either Roderick or the preoccupied guards, reaches for the potion she placed on the table. "But, you're NOT the type," Roderick continues, "so I'm confident we won't find anything, will we?" In a quick, silent swipe of her hand, Janis yoinks the potion off the table and hides it in the mess of her cloak. Roderick, unaware, reminds the guards, "Don't forget behind the shelves, you two. Could be anything in here." "Yes sir" is the reply.
 
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