Twenty-Four

Charlie peeked his head around a corner and saw that Rose was already in position behind the alcove of the music room, a crossbow resting at her hip while she held a small device. It was a thick box with a small blue screen with a silver antenna poking out. She gave him a thumbs-up and a smile. He nodded back and looked up to see Ash resting on a high beam a net in her hands. They all exchanged looks of affirmation. The Queen made her way from around the corner hands folded gracefully in front of her. She began walking down the hall.

The plan was simple enough. Anabelle would bring Clara down the hall for a small chat. A common occurrence since previously Clara had been considered a great confidant.