Help! I'm just an extra yet the Heroines and Villainesses want me! Chapter 174: After(II)

They moved toward the dining hall exit without hurrying, because hurrying in a room full of people was information, and information in the wrong direction was a liability.

In the corridor, the pace changed.

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William contacted Morris through the small communication crystal she had distributed to them at the beginning of the competition — a simple one-way pulse system, three pulses for urgent contact request.

He sent three pulses.

The response ca back in ninety seconds, which was faster than expected, which ant she was already at her communication point rather than in the field.

The crystal produced her voice, low and compressed by the small device’s limitations. "Cross."

"The periter," he said. "When the operative was contained — how much coverage was redirected inward."

A pause.

A pause that was two seconds longer than a pause should be from soone who had an imdiate answer.

"Full inner ring repositioned for containnt support," Morris said. "Standard protocol."

"Outer periter?"

Another pause.

"Two people," she said. "East and west anchor points."

"East anchor. What’s their current position."

The pause this ti was different — not calculation, but the pause of soone checking sothing and not imdiately finding it.

William kept walking. The corridor toward the east wing was empty at this hour, the competition’s aftermath having pulled most of the student population toward the common rooms and the dining hall.

"I’m not getting a response from the east anchor," Morris said.

The words were level. The weight behind them was not.

"We’re heading to the dormitory," William said.

"Wait for—"

"How long until you can redirect coverage."

A beat. "Four minutes minimum."

"We’ll be there in two."

He closed the crystal.

Kai was already moving faster.

Seraphina said nothing. She was matching pace, her right hand at the sword hilt she had worn throughout the competition, the shoulder wrap from this morning still visible at her collar.

"Periter breach," Kai said, not slowing. "If the east anchor is down, soone ca through the outer periter before or during the containnt operation. The operative Morris contained may have been the distraction."

"Deliberate," William said.

"Yes. Draw coverage inward with a visible operative while the actual approach cos through the thinned outer periter." Kai turned a corner. "Standard Hollow Court misdirection. I’ve seen it before."

"In which loop."

"Eleven and fourteen. Different targets, sa chanism." His voice was completely level. "In both cases the inner coverage was sufficient. The approach through the breach was caught at the door."

"Morris has two people at the door."

"Yes."

"Is two people sufficient."

Kai was quiet for one step. Two.

"In loop eleven, yes," he said. "In loop fourteen, no."

They reached the east wing stairwell.

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The east wing dormitory corridor was on the third floor, which ant two flights of stairs at the pace they were moving — fast enough to cover ground, controlled enough not to be heard from above.

William’s right shoulder was aching. He moved through it.

His essence reserves were lower than they had been this morning — two days of competition, the individual final, the team coordination event, none of it catastrophic but all of it cumulative. He was at perhaps sixty-five percent, which was sufficient for most situations.

He didn’t know what situation he was moving toward.

Second floor landing. The stairwell was empty. Standard building sounds — distant voices from common rooms, the settling of an old building in the evening cooling.

Nothing wrong in the sounds.

Which didn’t an nothing was wrong.

Seraphina was just ahead of him on the stairs, moving with the controlled speed of soone whose shoulder wasn’t at full capacity and who was managing that without letting it affect her pace.

Third floor.

Kai held up a hand at the stairwell door.

They stopped.

Kai pressed his essence sense outward through the door in the way that was normal for him — the extended perception that seventeen loops of cultivation had built into sothing that functioned like a sense organ rather than a technique.

Three seconds.

"Two people outside a door," he said quietly. "Thirty ters down the corridor. Morris’s team — I recognize the essence signatures from the past four days." He paused. "One other signature. Inside the target’s room."

Inside.

"How did they get inside," Seraphina said.

"The window," William said. "Third floor east wing. The periter breach ca from outside the building."

"Morris’s people at the door wouldn’t be watching the window," Kai said.

A beat.

"The target," William said.

"Alive," Kai said imdiately. "The signature is present and moving. But there’s another signature with them. Smaller, more controlled — concealnt technique. Soone who didn’t want to be detected by essence sensing from outside."

"How long have they been in there," Seraphina said.

"I can’t determine onset from a static reading." Kai looked at the door. "But they’re not in an active combat configuration. Whatever is happening in that room isn’t at the physical violence stage."

"Coercion," William said.

"Or information extraction. Or waiting for a signal." Kai looked at them. "If we go through that corridor, Morris’s people will see us before we reach the door. That’s two minutes of visible approach. The operative inside will know we’re coming."

"If we don’t go through the corridor," Seraphina said, "we’re waiting four minutes for Morris to redirect coverage while soone is in that room with the target."

"There’s a third option," William said.

They both looked at him.

"The window," he said. "The sa way they got in."

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The east wing’s exterior was accessible from the second floor landing window, which opened onto a narrow maintenance ledge that ran along the building’s outer face. William had noted it during his first week at the academy as part of the general environntal awareness that had beco habit — not because he had expected to need it, but because noticing things cost nothing and occasionally produced exactly this.

The ledge was eight inches wide.

The third floor window of the target’s room was twelve feet above the ledge.

William looked at it from the second floor window and ran the calculation.

Wind essence to the feet for the vertical climb, anchoring to the stone face. His right shoulder would need to bear weight at the top of the reach. He filed the ache and made the decision.

"I go," he said.

"I go with you," Seraphina said.

"Your shoulder—"

"Is functional." She looked at him with the expression that ended that conversation. "I go with you."

Kai said, "I’ll go through the corridor. If the operative hears coming they’ll focus on the door. It gives you the window approach without them watching for it."

"You’ll be moving toward an operative who has a concealnt technique and is probably expecting interruption," William said.

"Yes." Kai said it with the complete equanimity of soone for whom this was a reasonable Tuesday. "I’ve handled worse. In several loops."

William looked at him for a mont.

"Don’t get killed," he said.

"I haven’t yet," Kai said. "Maintaining the record."

He opened the stairwell door and moved into the corridor with the asured pace of soone walking to their room at the end of an evening, entirely unremarkable, the quality of presence that made people’s eyes slide past him rather than stop on him.

William watched him go.

Then he opened the second floor window and stepped onto the ledge.

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