Kyle watched as the elevator rose up again carrying the bandit. Kyle kept a hand inside his cloak clutching a throwing knife. He was dressed the same as last time, but this time he had black mask, similar to a ski mask, over his face and a helm on his head. The elevator arrived and the bandit stepped off.
"Do you have it?" Kyle asked. The bandit nodded and withdrew a glimmering gold medallion. Kyle stepped forward and snatched it out of his hand and examined it closely.
"It is no forgery Sir Kyle," the bandit said confidently.
"Very good," Kyle said smoothly. "You have done well. I grant you a full pardon, though it will do you no good."
"Sir?" the confused bandit asked.
"Come here," said Kyle. The bandit followed Kyle to a porch over looking the forest.
"You like the view?" Kyle asked an invisible smile playing at his lips. The bandit nodded warily. "Then go get a closer look!" Kyle shouted and threw the bandit over the porches ledge. The bandits shrill scream filled the air and he plunged through the mist to his death.
***
Caspian groaned and rubbed his head. The blackness ebbed away replaced with concerned faces.
"Caspian! Caspian! Are you dead!" Luke asked frantically.
"Oh come on," Caspian groaned as he sat up. "It would take more then that to kill a fly. Ow my head."
"Take it easy!" Luke warned. Caspian moaned and then shot up again. "My medallion!" he cried. Luke quickly rifled through Caspian's pockets.
"It's not here!" Luke shouted. David and Anna glanced at each other.
"Hey whats this?" Anna asked and held a dagger.
"It has Kyle's emblem on it!" David growled.
"This is Kyle's work," Luke hissed.
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