I gave him a dubious look as I snatched the coconut from his grip, which he returned smugly. Still looking at him, I shook my head and offered the fruit to one of the Gauls.
It wasn’t the leader, so when he looked at it in confusion, his question came out in Gaulic.
“What does he do with it?” The leader demanded.
“Tell him to hold it out in front of him, as far from his body as possible.”
When the man did so, I held out my hand so that my palm faced the hillside.
“When I snap my fingers, I will make this piece of fruit explode.”
Some of the men laughed, while two traded money in preparation for a bet. The leader gestured with his hand, an eerily similar gesture to the one Caligula had offered us four years ago when he was given his own demonstration. It was a gesture of uninterested skepticism, one that always made me smile.
I counted down on my hand, starting with all five fingers extended, but when only my middle finger remained, clearly directed towards the leader, I snapped them together. Not a millisecond later, the fruit exploded gloriously in a sticky mess. There had been no sound from Helena’s suppressor equipped DSR1, so from the god fearing perspective of ancient Gauls, I had indeed caused it to explode.
The leader laughed as he wiped coconut milk from his face and came to slap my shoulder. “A fine show!” He yelled. “You will be good, I think. My name is Madriviox. Come. I will take you home.”
I gathered our bags from inside the tavern while Santino said goodbye to his fair, young lass. She was sad to see him go, but he promised he would return. She perked up at the news and gave him another kiss. He squeezed her butt in return and I rolled my eyes at how she loved every minute of it. I tapped my foot as I waited for him at the door, but at least he didn’t make me wait long. We were soon on our horses and falling into line with Madriviox.
The horses had actually been Agrippina’s. Ones Santino and I had rode when we had accompanied her to Rome before she’d betrayed us all those years ago. They were black Spanish stallions, some of the best I’d ever seen. We’d stolen them from Agrippina’s stable the day we fled Rome while Helena had taken a pure white mare. I’d named mine Felix, the Latin word for lucky. I figured it was appropriate.
Just another reason why Agrippina had it out for us.
We rode in the middle of our new employer’s formation, peering and distrustful eyes all around us. I would have been worried had Helena not been pacing us at a distance where she could cover us with her long rifle should she need to. We’d only been travelling for a few miles when Madriviox randomly peeled off the main road. From then on, we took a disorienting route as we weaved our way through the forest. It wasn’t long before I found myself completely lost, with no idea where we were or what direction we were going. The sun was behind clouds, all the trees looked the same and there were zero distinguishing features along the way to guide me.
However, one of my watch’s more advanced features was a basic GPS function that mapped out a journey as it rode on a wearer’s wrist. At automated increments, it updated a waypoint and calculated the distance between it and the previous waypoint. It would also indicate the direction needed to retrace my steps. The watch even transmitted the waypoints to Helena through Santino’s UAV, an invisible guardian angel, flying above us as it broadcasted an internet connection capable of reaching Helena miles away.
I spent the long hours of our trip trying to focus and think, but quickly found myself bored senseless. Endless trees didn’t offer much inspiration and I fell asleep in my saddle on a number of occasions. After what seemed like half the day, we finally found ourselves standing before a brush of bushes. As we approached, Madriviox called out and the bushes separated, allowing us entrance into a cave.
I laughed, never actually believing that secret lairs used by bandits, highwaymen and the like actually existed. I’d always thought they were something Hollywood and the video game industry had made popular with little thought towards historical accuracy, but the hideout before me was in fact something straight out of Robin Hood.
As we entered, I immediately sensed that the cave system was indeed more like the ones in the movies than I first thought. We had to abandon our horses at the entrance, moving the rest of the way on foot. The winding corridors reminded me of the caves we’d traversed back in 2021, but I didn’t like those then, and I don’t like these now. The narrow hallways and honeycomb of passages left too many unknowns lurking around hidden corners and the feeling of claustrophobia only grew worse as we continued.
I glanced at Santino as we walked with two guards at our back and he flicked his eyebrows up in anticipation. I looked at him ruefully and concentrated on counting bad guys. For such a large cave complex, I only counted twenty two, but there could have been a hundred men in the unexplored sections of the complex.
Our escorts were quiet, only nodding to friends they encountered along the way. I was beginning to wonder where they were taking us when that fact became evidently clear. We found ourselves in a narrow corridor that dead ended at a cul-de-sac, barred off from the rest of the tunnel.
I looked over at Santino again. He looked calm and ready.
One of the Gauls opened the gate and led the entourage inside. Once inside I noticed the room’s sole occupant was a young blond girl. She was youthful and cute, but had a series of nasty cuts and bruises all over her thin body, most of which was visible thanks to the little clothing she wore. Judging from the description her mother had given us, I decided this girl had to be our target.
Madriviox walked to where she lay and roughly hauled her off the floor. He pulled her up into a choke hold, tearing off what little clothing she had left with his free hand, tossing it to the floor. I looked away, noticing another dozen of her kidnappers approach our position from down the hall. They leaned against the walls or milled about casually, their posture indicating they weren’t preparing to spring a trap on us, but that they were aware Santino and I might not be welcome after all.
I hated it when the bad guys were competent.
Madriviox pointed towards me and barked something out in the guttural language of his homeland. One of his men nodded and offered me his sword. The only weapons I had on me were my rifle, my sidearm, a large bowie knife on my belt, and the small throwing knife I always kept sheathed behind my belt at the small of my back. I grasped the sword handle and looked at it dumbly. I wasn’t sure what they expected me to do.
“Kill her,” Madriviox ordered, the small girl limp, complacent and broken in his arm.
“Excuse me?” I asked, looking into the terror stricken eyes of the young woman.
“I said kill her. She is beautiful, but we have had enough of her. There are always more women.”
I looked at the sword as though I didn’t even know what it could do. I knew I wasn’t going to kill her, but how could I continue our ruse if I didn’t? My mind raced, but I was unable to think of a solution. I guess we hadn’t thought this one through. We were getting cocky. Four years of successful missions, even infiltration missions just like this one, each going off without a hitch had made us arrogant.
“No,” I said before looking up, nothing else to say.
The man tsked me. “Too bad. I keep that fifty percent now. We would have given you to the empress soon anyway.”