Killing the Knight

[Eris]

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The sound of footsteps warned Albey that Young was leaving the small maintenance room. Quickly, she ran towards the nearest room, the common unisex bathrooms of that level. Peeking through the closed door, she spotted Young leaving. A minute decision was needed and it was taken. Security was high, and being caught with the explosive while following Young would be suicide, as well put the spotlight of suspicion on Albey. Disconnecting the explosive and leaving it in place, however, would not. Young would investigate if the explosive would fail to ignite. The bait for the trap. Albey inspected the corridor once again, and after it being clear, she entered the maintenance room and quickly went to work. Being liberty military-make, the explosive was easy to handle after the five minute timer was disconnected. And then she waited. The timer was set for five minutes. She would wait the double of that.

Positioned in the dark corner behind the door, Albey kept tabs on the sounds in the corridor, waiting. Her eyes trailed the small blast window that was the only point of interest in that darkness. And there it came. Footsteps. Hurried ones. Bait taken, time to reel it in. The door opened slowly and a heavy breathing was heard in the darkness. Slowly she entered, door closing behind her. Taking note of her figure ascertain that it was truly Young, Albey prepared to lunge. With a body tackle that would make any linebacker back in Liberty Football flinch, Young was thrown against the wall like she was hit by a truck.

Albey cracked her knuckles while Young was still trying to realize what had happened. "Who sent you?" She said while preparing a kick to the stomach. It connected, and all the air Young had in her lungs came out forcibly.