<div class="floatleft">(http://i945.photobucket.com/albums/ad295/Dariusfallenstar/Male%20Rp%20Characters/tumblr_mu0l5jTYe61rdbcfio1_500_zpse95f35c2.jpg)</div>Donovan waited at the agreed-upon location, at the agreed-upon time. He wasn't completely crazy about this idea - breaking into one of the most dangerous places in the realm, under the nose of a powerful warlock who just so happened to be the right-hand of the grand Vizier? If they were caught, 'death' would be the least of their concerns... and that was if the two of them didn't die in some horrible fashion as a result of the Warlock's considerable powers.<br/><br/>It was said that her powers were as terrible as she was beautiful - and word had it that she was the most beautiful woman in the realm. If that were true, then perhaps their little burglary was doomed from the start.<br/><br/>However, Donovan and Dean had run out of options. The two of them were intricately bound to one another - and both of them were ready to put an end to that. Dean was the 'darker' part of Donovan's personality, while Donovan was the suitably moral side of the combination. Neither was absolute, of course - Donovan could still have dark moments, and yes, even Dean was capable of good deeds originating from the heart, as it were. But each had their own personalities and predilection to act in a certain way, usually predictably.<br/><br/>Like now. Dean was the sneaky shadow, the deceiver, the liar and thief. He was using those abilities now in order to get past the guards around front.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, Donovan had the more... distasteful part of the plan. He was knee-deep in sewage beneath the tower, waiting for the other man to open the access hatch to let him inside.<br/><br/>Donovan had no idea how he let Dean talk him into this. Had they truly grown this desperate? And the longer he stood here, his leather and chain covered up to his knees in piss, shit, and who knew what else, the more Donovan began to wonder if Dean was simply taking his sweet time so that Donovan could 'enjoy' his hiding place just a little bit longer.<br/><br/>Donovan gritted his teeth and waited patiently.<br/><br/>Eventually, there was a slight grating sound - metal on stone - on the other side of the hatch. Donovan tensed - a knife drawn and ready to plunge into the eye-socket of anyone else who wasn't Dean - but it was indeed Dean's face that appeared behind the space where the hatch door was just after it quietly slid to the side. For a moment, Donovan had the urge to lunge the knife forward anyway.<br/><br/>"It's about fucking time," Donovan hissed, quickly sheathing his knife and then offering the bundle of gear up to Dean where he stood. The bundle was Dean's gear that he had lovingly wrapped and handed over to Donovan for safe-keeping. There was no way he would have been able to get past the wards with these items, so they had to find another way around - and so far, they had.<br/><br/>Donovan then pulled himself up and through the opening, as quietly as he could, glancing around quickly to find the two of them in a small room complete with buckets, mops, brooms and the like. This was a refuse closet, and this late at night, it likely wouldn't see use until morning.<br/><br/>Donovan reached over, then, and quietly slid the hatch closed. Yes, he still had some of the gunk stuck to his boots, but it wasn't near as bad as smelling the entire sewer itself. Reaching for a few rags piled off to the side, he began to wipe the foul-smelling stuff from his boots.<br/><br/>"You're buying me a new pair of boots, Dean," he hissed, though it didn't sound as mean as he wanted it to. His own emotions were dominated by caution and awareness. They were in the mouth of the beast, now. One wrong move, and they could be in very, very deep trouble.<br/><br/>"Shall we get this show on the road?" he whispered to his 'friend', and nodded towards the door.