The call of duty
After chasing the suspicious and probably dangerous person, which was recogniced by the 3 guards upon sneaking around at the central city-lord’s manor, from their post through the whole town, they nearly caught up while pursuing him on the outer city ring’s walls.
The 3 royal gunmen did just see their target disappear in the gate house and assembled before the entrance.
“Oh my, I’m not used to this kind of physical exercise anymore! Phew...” the sweating Christopher Constable moaned, closing in on the other two waiting by the door already.
“Gentlemen, we have him trapped in there now!” said Arthur Authoria, who was kneeling by the pinacles, readying his gun.
The third one with the name Harold Hunta, slowly peeking into the dark gatehouse from the door’s side, whispered:
“ ‘Tis a trap, I tell you, it is! Look at how dark it is in there, ‘tis most unsettling. He could be waiting in his tent... hrhm I mean the tent of darkness all around... camping – trying to slay us with a most outragous manner...”
After waiting for a while, Christopher started rambling:
“I urge you, we have to storm the frontal area of the target’s assumed residence, carrying the element of surprise to him!”
Arthur nodded.
“If you insist...” Harold Hunta took forth a torch, ignited it, and threw it into the dark hallway most courageously:
“Flare in the Hole!”
“Move, Move, Move – but watch your precious backs!”
The 3 guys rushed in – only to find that the gatehouse was empty.
“Holy Lord, what are we doing?!” Christopher got angry.
“Doing our Job: guarding the Lord’s manor!” Harold answered.
The three looked at each other, with growing understanding..
“Then why are we at the outer city wall stumbling through the gatehouse?”