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exactly
Hadleigh had yet to learn but she had an inkling that
Cedric had intended them to be of some value to the military. Why else would he
make them smarter, stronger, sneakier and of all things invisible?
    Their leader, code named - Snowball
- had yet to make the flock’s exact demands known. They were still sheep after
all and nothing Cedric could do would enable them to talk. Yet they obviously
had some kind of vendetta against Cedric if the increasing number of incidents
were any indication. They had started off small. Cedric awoke one day to find
his house mysteriously ringed in by a barbed wire fence. Then all the man’s
clothes had been stolen, including the pyjamas he’d been sleeping in. More
recently the sheep had escalated their activities laying an elaborate number of
camouflaged man sized booby-trapped holes around Cedric’s property. The purpose
of which Hadleigh could only surmise being to capture and contain Cedric. The
man himself spent most of his time sitting around the house wrapped in sheets,
toga style, scribbling in his notebook documenting the behaviour of the flock,
torn between delight and fear at their antics.
    Declan for his part was enjoying the
sheep coup d’état, as he had come to call the campaign. Camping out at Cedric’s
small farm was a nice change in their usual routine of slash and behead. 
Plus he rather enjoyed listening to Cedric’s wild theories on commercial
applications of magically modified household pets. Hadleigh for her part
couldn’t help but think that Cedric deserved to be called to account for his
actions. Not that she was considering throwing her lot in with Snowball and his
pals but still she felt some sympathy for them which made this detail of
protecting Cedric rather a depressing chore.
    So it was a relief then on day ten
of their assignment to receive a call from the High Council secretary,
requesting that she report to the Council offices first thing in the morning.
With a spring in her step and a smug smile and wave to Declan she had departed
for home quick smart to sharpen and polish all her favourite weapons in
readiness. Surely the call meant a new threat was looming that needed to be addressed in hopefully the bloodiest manner
possible. Her whole body itched to draw blood, which was the problem with being
part warrior, the bloodlust. Perhaps she should reconsider taking up a sport or
joining in some type of team activity to take the edge off. But no, she’d been
banned from the tennis club, the squash courts and even the local swimming pool
for rough play. Was there any club in the area left who might still be clueless
concerning her reputation?  Hmm, she’d have to think on it.
    She was contemplating learning how
to play croquet as she entered the Council building the next morning, smiling
slightly at the thought of all the ways becoming proficient with a mallet might
come in useful. Right angle and it could take someone’s head off just as easily
as a sword. It was a nice thought. 
    The Council building was a huge
white gothic monstrosity that took up the entire South side of the main town
square. It housed the town library up on the fourth floor whilst the planning,
services and records departments were on the third. The second floor consisted
of all the offices, chambers and courtrooms associated
with the local legal and justice systems. The ground and first floor were
devoted to the High Council offices and the official High Council meeting
chamber. Only those who were appointed to the Council itself knew what went on
down in the basement.
    Hadleigh nodded at Big Thom who
stood at the base of the massive marble staircase in a stiff grey security
uniform, not so much a tall man as a very broad man. Thom’s
dark eyes shifting constantly from person to person registering their threat
level as they entered the huge entrance area. Big Thom was an ex-family
enforcer who’d been bitten by a gargoyle a decade or so ago. The bite meant his
skin was