...And So It Begins

"W-what was in that syringe!?" The assassin asked, scrutinizing his arm.

Ailwin didn't bother to say anything. Throwing away the syringe and closing the case, Ailwin sat back down on the stool, he waited.

 When five minutes went by and nothing happened, the assassin started to smirk and laugh. 

"I think your minx should stick to whatever she does best!"

Even Braeden started to doubt the vials in his friend's hands.

"Ailwin maybe we should-"

Ailwin didn't bother to listen to what Braeden had to say. Holding up his hand, asked for him to be patience.

"Wait for it." From what he had seen of Mikaela's drugs, there is no way she would give him duds.

"Haha...Prince, you should listen to what your General has to say. At least his skills hurt-eek!" Just when Braeden couldn't take this male's ridicule anymore. He let out a high pitch squeal.