New title: From Runner to Halyard Spy (A Long Patrol log that occured ICly on 3-23-2016)

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This happens directly after this log: A_LP_hare_is_being_held_for_ransom.__Because_that_is_what_we_do.__(A_Long_Patrol_log)

Salamandastron: Leaders' Corridor
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Here is a corridor that is walked by the leaders of the Long Patrol, and
those with business with them, as well. The leaders' dormitories, office,
and lounge is located here, in a corridor of winding length and simplistic
design: cherry wooden doors, staggered torches for light, and a floor,
ceiling, and walls of stone.
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                  Visible Exits:
[L]eaders' [O]ffice              [Out] to Level Two Intersection
[L]eaders' [L]ounge

Hares: Dagda, male. Felicity 'Lissie', female.

It seems like any other afternoon in the Mountain, and Dagda has just finished up his officework for the day, stepping out into the corridor and pulling the door closed behind him. The glimmering torchlight flickers warmly against the walls of the cavern and illuminates the buck and his folder of papers, who releases a sigh of relief as he flees the enclosed space.

His relief may be short-lived, although the stress may be coming because of a different reason. Felicity has just returned from the beach, and she is searching for him. Jogging through corridors, she passes by hares and ignores their greetings; she is on an urgent mission. Turning the corner to the Leader's Corridor, she spots her commanding Major just exiting the office room thing. Perfect. "Majah!" The urgency of her mission is evident in her voice as she slows, coming up to him and throwing a salute. Her blue eyes are filled with worry, and her brow is furrowed.

"Felicity," Dagda replies, turning towards her and returning the salute with his free paw. His brow furrows in similar fashion as he picks up all the cues of alarm she's giving off, studying her face and posture observantly. "Somethin' goin' on down at th' beach?" The sand she's still tracking might be a clue.

Felicity swallows and lets her paw drop. "Aye, sah. I was out for a walk when a lizard approached me. Feanor, who was also there, warned me of 'is presence. The lizard told us that....that 'e and 'is gang 'ave a 'are, an' that if we don't delivah the Badger Lord's weight in gold to the docks in a week, they'll start sendin' 'im back to us in...pieces." She swallows again, trying to fend off her rising panic. "'E said....'e said that the 'are only 'ad one ear, and I fear that it might be....my uncle, sah."

Dagda blinks at the news as it comes pouring out in several disjointed pieces, then starts picking them up and putting it together in an order he's better able to understand one chunk at a time. "So a lizard came an' told y' he's got y'uncle, prob'ly? Hm." The major chews on his bottom lip, considering the situation. "Well I'll tell y' righ' now we're not payin' 'em. Y' pay one kidnappah, three more hares go missin' nex' week."

Felicity's eyes harden. "Aye, sah. I don't wanna pay 'em. I wanna skin 'em and turn 'em into a coat for my sistah....er, if that's alright, sah." She cringes, realizing that she hasn't exactly asked for permission to speak freely. Ooops. She decides to shut up and see if he has any grand ideas....or dumb ones, even. She just shuts her mouth and keeps her more violent thoughts to herself.

"Well, we're prob'ly not skinnin' them f' high fashion purposes, eithah," Dagda answers, although he does seem mildly amused by the prospect. "No, we're gonna find th' blightahs an' get 'im back, an' make sure they don't try anythin' similah again." His solution isn't as bloodthirsty as hers, but the dark note to his voice suggests it has a similar ending.

"I'd like to request permission to join the retrieval group, sah, if at all possible," Lissie says, her paws curling into fists at her sides. "'E....'e's my uncle, an' I refuse to let beasts 'arm what's left of my family without there bein' consequences. I'd like to show 'em that I don't leave my family behind, sah." And she might steal a hide to turn into a coat, but that's another issue that she won't bring up again right now.

"Of course," Dagda responds, nodding, his ears wagging slightly from the motion. "Y'got any clues on where they migh' be keepin' 'em, othah than th' dock thing?" The docks is the exchange point, not necessarily the storage point.

Felicity sags a little, her ears drooping. "I'm afraid not, sah. I.....wasn't able to catch the blightah's name, even." And she's starting to beat herself up about it, too. "The lizard wasn't very 'elpful....although 'e did speak Common very well." The doe purses her lips as she remembers some other stuff. "'E had a potbelly. And a cutlass and dirk. I...didn't catch what 'e was wearin'. Or 'is scale colour. Sorry, sah."

"Well, how 'bout y' get some more info f' th' rescue, then?" Dagda nods as she lists out what information she does have, tucking his free paw into his trouser pocket. "Scout around Halyard, see what y' c'n learn. Y' figure out where he's bein' kept, y' come back here an' let me know. We'll go get 'im."

Felicity smiles grimly. "Aye, I can do that, sah. An' I'll do my best to not do anythin' rash." Maybe she can get that fox, Rioko, to help her out. She's pretty sure the vixen owes her a favour....or something.... "'Opefully I'll be able to find enough information for us to save 'im before the week's up."

"Good. Y' come back an' let me know before y' try anythin'," Dagda reminds her, walking off down the hallway.

Because Lissie actually could use a reminder. She will talk herself into seeing that as a command. Do you not know my characters and their love of doing crazy, brash, stupid things?????

Thanks for reading!! XD

This is continued in this log: Lissie's_new_job:__A_Spy_in_action_(A_Long_Patrol_Spy_and_Halyard_log)

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