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March 2, 1802
Beginning...
"Jean, this better be good, I haven't the patients for anything foolish."
Jean hid his smile behind his hand; the French in him did enjoy the fire in his mistress.
"I'm sorry to inform you Madame, but the Minister has decided that he will not give you leave to take the prisoners at the amount you wrote down."
Jean, watched as his Mistresses stilled, her voice quiet she stood. "He dares to imply that the amount I wrote down wasn't enough; we offered that blood sucker, over two million pounds, what more does he want. I've literally have been feeding troops and paying those, stupid expenses for the regent.
She stomped past Jean pulling the door wide, and yelled "Annah…!"
Not three minutes later, a young woman appeared spectacles perched on her dainty nose. Her golden hair was pulled back in an elegant chignon.
"You called for me Madame?" Annah inquired, keeping her tone cool, in the face of her mistress anger.
"Gather all the books, in relation to the monies we've given to that damn minister, you have an hour."
Annah nodded before exiting the study, Caterina turned towards Jean, "You'll both be coming with me and after the meeting, you will get in contact with Denvers it's about time he made himself useful, the damn rat."
Jean placed his hand on his chest and bowed before walking out.
Sheila turned her head to the darken corner, "The war is close, I can nearly smell the blood, but he wants to play because I am a women, hah."
"It had been that way for a very long time my dear." A lean man melted from the shadows, his hat and gloves in hand. His shades hiding his, eyeless sockets.
"Rapheal.I am so close, soon, soon I'll be able to get my hands on the item you so desperately need. I have been putting into place all the things that will support the system. Tell your master that he will soon have his souls to serve him."
Raphael's cold laughter echoed among the shadows of the room, "My dear it is funny that no one ever tried to sell their soul to god before, hmm."
Sheila nodded, before whipping around and leaving the room.
Rain fell from the sky splattering the cold stone walls of the prison. Guards shuffled over to the barrels, lit from with-in the fire flickering back and forth. They huddled together hoping to catch a bit of warmth from it .A Cloaked figure observed them from the carriage parked across the street.
The carriage did not stand out against the rain and dark sky, painted black with no noticeable symbol painted on its side.
"Have you gathered the appropriate information, Denver?"
A short man his face pale from his anxious emotions, swiped the cooling sweat from his brow.
"I've prepared as you requested Madame, all the documents you will need are here. I-if I m-may I'm surprised the Prince Regent gave you his full support for this operation."
The other person smiled, her red lips parting to show brilliant white teeth, "Sir, I merely donated funds for some of his…extravagant behavior and donated some to Sir percevel . I'm sure both of these men were simply hoping to help me, further my wish to help Britain."
Denver, felt a cold silver of fear roll down his spine. The cloaked figure just watched him fidget before filling some pity for the small man.
"Well you have done you part very well, we will call if we have anything else for your office till then goodbye."
Denver knowing he was being was being dismissed hastily left; he only felt relief when he was safe with in his office doors.
Sheila watched Denver exit the carriage only to narrow her eyes at the new intruder.
"I assume you can handle this Jean, Annah, I will pick them but you must look like the one in charge. I will release men who are notorious killers, thieves, or AWOL soldiers. You may even disagree with my choices but, you will not speak out until I have safely completed my choosing, understand."
The older man, he salt a peppered hair covered by his top hat. His well-worn face twisted in a form of distaste, "I do not…understand your need for 'zis hiding you are a mother and you should be out 'ere looking for a le' husband."
He stopped at Sheila's glare, "The two things in this world that are the most important to me are mission and my son. Now no more arguing s'il vous plait. Let go get our men.
The cell was dark, which wasn't new to Beast, he'd been here for four years, sitting on the same cot, counting the same amount of stone every day.
He lifted his eyes to the ceiling, focusing on the spider twirling a web slowly in the corner of it. Shifting his legs, he pulled his knee up, the shackles moving down to his ankles showing the bruising of four years of wear.
The clinking sounded so loud in the quiet cell he occupied, it caused him to wince.
The light in his cell began to dim slowly, it must be close to seven in the afternoon, and the birds who normally chattered outside his window has long ago flown away.
He silently waited for the sound of yelling and screaming to begin their grim climb as other prisoners awakened from dream land.
Their demands for food or that they were innocent would ring through the halls until early in the morning.
He closed his eyes, allowing his mind to wander to better days, hell, he'd like to go back to the better years.
After a few minutes, he jerked up , his eye popping open when he heard a clang against his prison bars.
Grinning at him from the other side, was Rolly the Guard for Beast cell . His smile was never welcomed, he had a penitent for being a little too eager to discipline the other prisoners.
His beady eyes, seemed to fit with his small face, and sharp teeth, his slim figure just gave off a quiet feel for cruelty.
"Hey, Beast it seems there is to be an inspection, and your one of the ones to be checked over. Wonder if this mean you'll finally do the jig, huh."
Beast would have normally have responded, but the glee he saw in Rolly's face made him careful, "Inspection, what are they inspecting for?"
Rolly shrugged, pushing his hands into his long grey coat pockets,"Not a clue, but from what I hear it going to be good, every year after it prisoners go missing."
"Rolly, hurry up, and get the Beast ready!"
Rolly jerked around, glaring at Bart who was the chief officer, Bart was a heavy set barrled chested man, whose wide blue eyes seemed too innocent for such scarred face.
"I was just doing that,"Rolly snapped, pulling his chain of keys from his pocktet, muttering, "Tell me wha to do, you'll see one day, I'll be telling what is, huh."
Beast braced himself, with back against the wall and stood, his tall frame rising close to 6'8. He waited for the chamber door to open, and for Rolly enter. Raising his manacled hands for Rolly to unlock, but Rolly smirked shaking his head, "Nah, you'll be going in with chains, they need to know the danger they be courting."
Beast held on to his rage, he'd gotten used to it. Holding onto rage, he'd been holding on to it for the past four years.
Bringing his arms back down, he allowed Rolly to lead him out into the hallway, he was surprised to see some many others.
He nodded his head at Alex, who seemed amused for some reason, the notorious American pirate had enjoyed years of terrorizing the French and British until he'd been captured a year ago.
He was moved to the end of the line, two other guards moved to his side. All of their faces even Rollys had turned serious, Ale raised brow seemingly impressed.
Beast, ignored this and just stared straight ahead, it been awhile since he'd been allowed out of his cell, he'd enjoy this little trip just for the air.
With a wave from Bart, they were all led single file down the hallway towards the inspection.
An unmarked carriage rolled to the front of New Gate Prison, the carriage sat perfectly straight, while the hansom didn't bother getting down from the back.
The door opened, letting out an older gentlemen, whose top hat brim hid his features, jumping out, he bowed his head offering his hand up to the person that was alighting from behind him.
A delicate black lace covered hand reached out and placed their hand in his, before a delicate booted foot came out stepping onto the pavement, the women's face was covered by a netted veil.
Her body in a dark red walking outfit, with small bustle seemed curvy, her lips a deep matching red quirked up, the men behind her helped another female down.
This female her blond hair tumbled down around her shoulders, but her walking outfit was a dark blue, the black buttons shining in the lamp light. Her face was also covered with a small veil.
Her shell pink lips were frowning, as she carried turned to face the women in red, "I'm not sure this is a good idea my lady, we were haven't ascertain whose actually useful here-…" "Annah trust me for once, you should more aware then anyone I never make a mistake."
With that the women in red walked forward, causing the other two to fall instep behind her, their faces both showing worry.
They walked up the steps into the building, they were met by a hard face guard who didn't bother smiling. He stood from behind his desk, his heavy frame would've intimidated most regular people, but these three were not normal.
He frown in disapproval at the women in the red, "I was told that someone would be coming for the inspection, but I don't believe these women should be here for this."
He turned his gaze to the man behind the women in red, his eyes speaking more than his words.
The male pulled off his top hat, revealing his barely aged face, his dark green eyes narrowed, "My lady has been sending others to inspect for her, but as you can see today she will doing it, I'm sure you'll accommodate."
The implication being that the man had no choice, the air filled with tension.
The women in the red dress laughed, catching Barts attention, she reached her hand out for him to shake, "I'm sorry for Jeans tone, he get so sensitive when he thinks I'm being insulted, I'm sure you weren't attempting to do so, right Mister Carl?"
Bart reluctantly reached forward, and bowed his head over it, lifting his head he shook his head, "No insult meant, I just wanted to spare your lady meeting such horrific people."
"I'm sure they will be the least dangerous people we've met, right Annah?"
The women blue nodded, she held a leather bound case, lifting up, she opened the flap pulled out a enveloped, and handed it over to Bart, who took it reluctantly, "Yes, here is the promised amount for those we'll be taking today, or those who won't return."
Bart nodded, placing it on his desk, he stared at it for moment, before he turned back towards them,"I'll lead you the room we'll be using for today, I tried to make it as private as possible."
The lady in center smiled cheerfully, "Oh good, I do hate waking up others with criminals screaming."
Bart heard this as her walked past them to open the door that lead to hallway, he suddenly felt sorry for his prisoners.
The room was large, a simple table and few chairs sat in it, Beast assumed the guards used this room for meetings or break.
He lowered his head when he entered, he followed the other Prisoners as they were lined up. He was put in the third row along with Alex who leaned over, "I wander who the big wig who's coming to look us over, maybe the prince huh?"
Beast shook his head, "I wouldn't be surprised that we are going to be sentenced to death today."
Alex barked out his laughter, his light brown eyes narrowing, "Well I guess we both had a great run, you a mad men and me a pirate, here we go towards the dancing jig from a rope."
Beast didn't bother to point out that, they both had people that wanted to kill, and that Alex sounded decidedly more insane than he felt.
Everyone in the room shifted their attention to the door when it opened, letting in a good amount of guards. Each on taking stance behind every prisoner, Beast flinched when Franklin another cruel guard stepped behind him.
He hated the man he'd been the first to greet Beast in the prison fashion, Beast could stand Rolly, but Franklin he'd kill him one day.
After the guards entered a three other people entered, their clothes suggesting them to be nobility. The women in red caught his attention, the others seem to follow her orders. She walked into the room, and walked over to the chair that was seated in front of all the prisoners, taking seat the other two took a stance next to her.
Beast watched as the women in blue, lade her leather case on the floor, and pulled out what look like a file. She took a paper out, and handed it over to the women, who'd crossed her legs, while leaning forward letting her chin rest on the bottom of the palm of her hand.
The women took it, and smiled moving her gaze from the parchment she spoke to Bart, "Are they in order from oldest to youngest, or by name."
Bart who seemed to guarding the door answered his face serious, "By name, some of them are not sure of their age, it's in the paperwork."
The women smile turned into a smirk, her eyes observing them again, "So…you all are the lowest of the lowest, but the best of the crop this year, huh?"
She suddenly stood, and walked towards the first prisoner her face was still covered, she looked him up and down.
The prisoner smirked, "Are you looking to have fun, I'll gladly roger ya."
She tilted her head, the slight smile still playing on her lips, reaching up she lifted her veil. Beast felt her beauty kick him in the chest, and immediately he knew something wasn't right.
A sudden shout form Alex, took Beast attention from the women in front, "I'm getting tired of the waiting, we be humans, not animal to be gawked at!"
One of the guards stepped forward and knocked Alex in the back causing him to fall to his knees with a grunt.
"argh!"
The guard sneered, "You keep your mouth shut, Night!"
The women watched the debacle and laughed, Beast felt she was oddly cheerful, "Ha well I feel the same way, and I'm sure you all have better things to do."
Sheila smiled at the shocked prisoners, She was sure they had been expecting her to faint or be shocked by the prisoner's behavior.
She smirked at their shocked expressions; she turned her attention back to the man in front of her. Her face was angelic as she spoke, "I'm here to buy men, I'm here today to set some men free and let others die. If you think for a moment that because I'm a female, I'm kind then you would be mistaken."
She leaned towards the prisoner in front of her, and smiled, "You will be the first to die, sorry."
The guard behind him reached around him, and grabbed his head and pulled it back slitting his throat, the blood slowly made its way down. The man's eyes were wide in shock as he sank to his knees at her feet.
The men closest to him ran, towards the door screaming. They'd wondered why there were so many guards and one behind each criminal.
Some of the prisoners scrambled for the door, Sheila shook her head at their foolish behavior.
"I do not condemn men who are not meant for death, he was a horrible person. The black nearly choked me, now," she said this as she absentmindedly brushed at her skirts, lifting her gaze to face the rest of them she smiled,"whose next?"
Her white teeth shined in the darken room, giving her a feral look.
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