Chapter Forty-Seven
While we waited for Vas, I sent the Raltven to scout the Spider's home once more.
They were the ones who had sketched the map of the house, but now, we needed to confirm that the Spider was in the house and, if possible, where in the house.
So, even after they scouted, only two returned—Navin staying behind to watch the Spider.
“She's there,” Cesha reported. “She's got guards, and they're not wearing ribbons.”
“How many?”
“Five visible, three wearing those fucking cloaks.”
“Eight total. Not bad.” I looked around the ship's deck at my crew. We outnumbered the guards, even with Drellan staying behind to watch over his son. “Do they have posts?” I pulled out the drawing and held it between us.
“Yeah.” Cesha pointed out where the guards patrolled. “We can take care of the ones in cloaks.”
“Good. We take out the guards and go straight for the Spider.
All of us at once. I don't want this bitch escaping again. So, we separate and come at her from all directions.” I pointed at the doors.
“Back and front, then up the stairs. Yesmic, Ruspo, and Sion—you cover the windows. If she flies, I want someone with wings out there, ready to go after her.”
“Got it, boss,” Ruspo said.
And that's when Vas came up the gangplank. Grinning.
“What happened?” I asked.
“The Talons have been dispatched. I watched them get armed myself. The Spider's suppliers should be in Weisha's prison by tonight.”
“Good. When we're done with her, I'll want you to check on the results of their operations.”
“Shouldn't be a problem.”
“All right. Here's the plan.” I went over our attack with Vasren even as the others headed for the dock.