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Well, I’ve nitpicked (and fought writer’s block) over this chapter far longer than I’d planned. So…here it is! 

Catch up here: Part I. Part II. Part III. Part IV. Part V. Part VI. Part VII. Part VIII. Part IX. Part X. Part XI. Part XII. Part XIII.

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Part XIV.

2 Days Later

“It’s about bloody time,” Killian’s voice thundered at the two men who straggled up to him travel-worn and half-dazed.

“Oy, don’t be givin’ us that dross,” Will Scarlet snapped back. He thumped his fist on his own chest. “‘Ere yer message comes, askin’ us a favor, and ye’ve got the gall to spout off a greetin’ like that? An’ all low an’ growly to boot? Think ya scare me, Jones? Sod off.”

“Can it, the both of you.” Robin Locksley stepped between Killian and Will, a palm planted on either of their shoulders. “Didn’t sound from your dispatch that we had extra time for bickering, Killian.”

Killian ran a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Apologies, mate. Suppose I’m a bit…tense.”

“Aye, ya think?” Will snorted, obviously still miffed.

“I gather time is of the essence here, Killian, but perhaps you could elaborate more on this life and death situation we’re walking into? Don’t misunderstand me, I’m positive you weren’t exaggerating, but is there a reason you needed two ex-Navy fellows from across the continent?”

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