Prescribed Rest

by Double Edge Sat Jan 19, 2013 11:29 pm

Nov, 6th

Double slinked along the edges of the Griffon Headquarters. Making sure to keep to the shadows in case any griffons were to fly by beyond his field of vision. Sure it added time to get to his destination, but in the long run, the trade off between time spent and not being captured and taken to some cell and tortured? Yeah seemed rather fair in the long run.

Pressing his body up against a nearby stone wall, the pony looked at his target, a lit window just across the way. This morning he had at the very least identified what the building in front of him was. The hospital ward for the Griffon HQ. It certainly hadn't been easy finding this out. He had almost been noticed by a passing griffon it really helped that there was a storm drain nearby for him to slip through till the feathered freak flew on.

Glancing at the open ground in front of him, Double Edge took a quick glance all around him before bursting into a heart stopping gallop. If a griffon flew by now, he was certain to be seen. Luck was with him however, as he slid to a stop, his body hitting the building. Looking up above him, he saw the glow of the window above him thank the sisters this was on the first floor of the building. Seeing the lock up above him, Double saw the lock on the window. It was on the inside. That wasn't a problem. Gritting his teeth, he tried to focus on the lock. His horn sore from the night before. That was a problem...at least a bit of one. Hearing a soft click. The rebel grinned, good he was in.