• He climbed up the stairs stealthily, looked right then left and eased himself into the room. He knew he was taking a chance, but this was the quickest route to the exit. The room was large and currently vacant of its usual occupants, which he was glad for. As he made his way across the carpeted floor, something shiny caught his eye. He looked toward the corner and noticed a small camera observing his every move. He panicked. He was caught in the act. Soon the guards would invade the room and return him to his quarters, but he heard no movement. The night was still.

    The man released a breath. It was his lucky day. He still had time before they noticed he was missing, but very little. He discarded his stealth and ran to the other doorway, barely stepping through the door when he heard shouts from behind him screaming his name. He ran even faster, his feet thudding on the carpet. He had to escape. He had to warn the general of the impending rebellion. In hindsight, he realised it was foolish to inquire into the lieutenant's loyalties, but now he was fueled even more to inform the general. His only chance now was to find his way out of the building and quickly. He knew by now the main entry way would be crowded with guards so he scrapped his original plan and decided to go on to 'Plan B'.

    He reached the kitchen in a few minutes, his leather clad feet clicking against the salt and pepper tiles as he desperately tried to be silent. He glanced at the ceiling and noticed another camera, but this time not focussed on him. He ducked below the counter and spotted his saviour, the kitchen window which led toward the stables. He would climb out the window and use a horse to ride to the general's residence, but first he needed to take care of the camera. He slowly crawled out from under the counter toward the cupboard with the kitchen towels. He opened it, took one and swiftly threw it over the camera, ensuring the whole time that it would not see him. He sighed in relief, quickly opened the window and climbed out.

    As his shoes crunched against the grass, he turned and ran toward the stable. However he froze as he spotted someone near the horses. His face broke into a smile however, as he recognised the person. “General! General!” he shouted and the man turned to him. He quickly relayed his story and felt a wind of relief blow over him. The rebellion would not take place. The general patted him on the shoulder with such force that he fell to the floor. The older general glanced at him on the floor and laughed maniacally. The general pulled a dagger from his pocket and knelt beside the younger man on the floor.

    “Yes, I knew of the rebellion. In fact, I'm leading it, and now, no one will ever know that it was I who killed the king,” the general spoke the words before plunging the weapon into the man's chest.