Sarthacus watched as Tanya and Anarchy fell, Anarchy screaming with laughter and Tanya screaming in fear. And that is how everyone found out the Russian assassin that had been killing since before she could walk was afraid of heights. At the last second, Anarchy used the shadows stored in her bracelet to create a sphere of shadows around them. The sphere hit the ground and bounced twice before rolling to a stop in a small gully. The shadows constricted, swirled and Anarchy and slightly green looking Tanya stood next to Bridget.
“Oh god,” Tanya fell more then sat on the ground “Necromancer teleportation is worse then heights” she moaned and gave a sickly burp. The girl watched as Dragona landed the plane expertly in a nearby field and once he had cut the engines they walked over.
“Ok Tanya, where is Bill-Ray’s house?” asked Israel looking around at the barren landscape.
“There” said Bridget and Tanya together, pointing at the same small hill. Everyone looked at Bridget, who shrugged
“Billy-Ray stinks” she said matter-of-factly. A short hike up the hill revealed, nothing.
“I thought you said you know where Billy-Ray’s house is” complained Sarthacus
“I do” said Tanya
“Where is it then?”
“You’re standing on it” Sarthacus jumped slightly and looked at his feet
“It’s underground?” Sarthacus thought for a second “ I guess that makes sense…”
“It’s like a bomb shelter!” Anarchy said, sounding thrilled.
“That does not mean you get to make something explode” Bridget said firmly “How do we get in?”
“There are permanent tunnels just below the surface, only a foot or so” Tanya was examining the ground at their feet. “Here” she said, using the toe of her combat boot to scratch a X in the dusty dirt. Sarthacus crouched down next to the X and put his hands flat on the ground. The ground rumbled and a hole appeared in the ground, about three feet in diameter. Bridget stepped forward and dropped into the hole. She found herself in a roundish tunnel, her head almost scraping the ceiling. She walked forwards few feet scouting ahead,
“Anything?” whispered Dragona
“All clear” she whispered back and Dragona dropped down in after her, his feet crunching on the small pile of dirt under the hole. He straitened up and bonked his head on the low ceiling
“Shut up!” hissed Bridget, slapping her hand over Dragona’s mouth to muffle his curses. They waited for a few seconds in silence, then Bridget removed her hand from his mouth.
“Be quiet” she ordered, moving aside to let Anarchy and then Israel drop down. Tanya was last to drop into the tunnel and she crouched in the dirt pile for a second, muttering something.
“What was that?” asked Sarthacus once she had straitened up.
“I cast a spell on the hole, now you can’t see it till you’ve fallen in it.”
“Good thinking” said Israel, as they followed Bridget down the tunnel. The tunnel continued for about 500 feet gently sloping down all the while. Then it widened and opened up into a small tiled room. There where coats hanging on pegs on the walls and boots where strewn randomly across the floor. Bridget slowly poked her head around the door jam. She sniffed once, then motioned for the others
“I can’t smell anyone, but look everywhere, just in case” They swarmed Billy-Ray’s underground house, peeking in corners and under beds. They regrouped in the small, relatively clean kitchen.
“Find anything?” asked Bridget
“He has Halo” announced Anarchy “And Mortal Combat”
“No one cares, anything else?”
“I found a locked door” said Israel
“What was behind it?” asked Bridget
“I don’t know, it was locked”
“Then why didn’t you bust it down?”
“Because you said to be quiet”
“You can break a door down quietly”
“The way I break down doors is with my shotgun, that’s not quiet”
“Why don’t the two of you shut up and I’ll un-lock the door” Tanya suggested. Israel shrugged and led them down the hall to the locked door. Tanya looked at the door, then shook her head.
“There’s nothing important in here” she said sadly.
“That means I’ll have to see whatever’s in there” said Anarchy, producing a set of lock pocks from her black messenger bag and swiftly picking the lock. She pushed the door open and walked into the small room. It was painted sky-blue, with a light green carpet that was covered in a thick layer of dust. A huge Russian flag hung on one wall, over the dusty bed. On the opposite wall were all sorts of pegs and hooks. On one peg a beat-up looking knife hung.
“What’s this room?” wondered Anarchy “It looks like no one’s been in here in a while”
“In almost fifteen years” Tanya said quietly, moving dream-like to stand in the center of the dusty room “I don’t believe he kept it like this”
“Who? Billy-Ray?” asked Anarchy, looking confused. Tanya didn’t answer, she just walked over to the dresser and fingered the little stuffed beanie baby fox on top. Anarchy had a moment or clarity.
“Ohmigod! Is this your old room?” Tanya nodded sadly, still petting the little stuffed fox
“Wow Tanya…” Israel said from where everyone else was still gathered in the doorway.
“Yeah, well…” Tanya headed to the door “Lets go” Everyone trooped to the kitchen again, but Anarchy lingered in Tanya’s old room for a second or two, looking at the sad, dusty little beanie baby on the dresser.
“Anarchy?” called Bridget and Anarchy shook herself out of her sad thoughts
“What happened to being quiet?” she wondered loudly, hurrying out of the dusty room that was full of so many sad memories.