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Every time thus far that Jeffrey tried to sleep, wrenching stomach cramps prevented any real slumber. The waves of pain came more frequently, and he now wondered how much longer he could last. He held down no food or water, and every time he purged there was a little more blood mixed in.
He spent the last couple of nights, instead of waking up every half hour and writhing around on his thin mattress, outside of the servants' quarters walking around. The cool, night air and brilliant sky calmed him somewhat, kept him relaxed through the clenching pain.
It was by chance that he happened to notice the familiar bolt upright posture of Inquisitor Gottfried coming out of the underground section not far removed from his living space. Instinct told him to stay hidden, and so he managed to avoid being spotted by dropping prone behind a small rise in the park.
He had heard snippets of one-side of the phone conversation when Gottfried came outside. The important thing he caught was 'council meeting immediately,' and something about dead soldiers.
Considering it was past midnight and the Citizenship followed a fairly reasonable schedule of events, Jeffrey guessed that a late night meeting was something very important. He had a hunch regarding what it was about.
The only problem was figuring out how to spy on them. It seemed that servants seldom entered that particular chamber, and it was only by observation and assumption that Jeffrey thought that the meeting area was through the elevator in the Inquisition building, near the apex of the spire. From the sounds of things, Gottfried was calling the meeting. That meant people might be coming soon.
Ignoring the wave of nausea and willing it to pass without incident, he sprinted over to his housing unit to grab a few supplies.
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