Ep 225 Script

twik at the back of a corvid rally lead by Reik

R: this - this is just proof that our time on this Island is numbered - this is just proof that they’re finally planning on exterminating us for good! You think it’ll stop after the BlackAsh Murder is made an example of? No! They’ll be coming for ALL of us, next! This is the beginning of the end, and we will not end quietly!

crowd roars, Twik sneaks away, face worried. enters hon’s bar. only a few patrons at the back.

H: how was the rally?

T: scary Hon, scary. more corvids than ive seen out since the wedding. Reik’s riling them up, really taking what he said to me about wanting to be bigger than a Tiding Boss seriously, it seems.

H: and they’re listening to him?

T: he seems to be the only one willing to actually do something about the news of the event, anyway. I’m not really sure what those other Bosses are even playing at.

H: …and you think we should listen to him about that warning he gave us, too?

T: if he thought it was important enough to even say anything to us about it, it’s probably bigger than he’s letting on. we need to play it safe.

H: there’s only so many precautions I can take while still getting them out, Twik. it’s always been a suicide mission.

T: i know. how many are down there now?

H:...five. the Sparrows are doing their best, but with the news of the anniversary event families are keeping their dirty secrets hidden, and the Doves have tightened up their ranks to where getting Chimeras out is near impossible now. not to mention the cashflow for me risking my neck smuggling them through that tunnel has basically run dry at this point. not that we even have anywhere to take them without the Exodus mission running anymore.

T: what? why -

H: you didnt know? the island they were transporting to was raided by Doves.

T: …were they -

H: they’re all dead.

T: (closes eyes). we need to come up with another way of getting them out.

H: I’m trying, believe me. whatever’s about to happen on this Island isnt gonna be good.

reamer and Brek at dining room table in Aquila House.

R: i suppose i just find it strange, that you’d go back on your words so easily. you said them with such conviction, after all

B: if you want me to kill you, i will. but right now i have a proposal that’s more interesting to both parties. you can save your masochistic tendencies till after I’m done speaking.

R: (raises eyebrow) go on, then.

brek slams down father’s folder of research. reamer leans forward, eagerly.

R: so that’s where it’s been this whole time.

B: like i’d let anyone get their hands on my father’s research

R:...but you’ve brought it out now? What do you want for it

B: you’re outting yourself, you know. ive never seen you desperate for something

R: circumstances change

B:...indeed.

R: your father had access to The Archives. Are his notes in here?

B: all of them.

R: again, what do you want?

B: call off the Magpie attacks on the Sparrows.

R:...so the Sparrows put you up to this, then? To take you to your father, I assume?

B: obviously. But if I give you this information, you won’t need to spend the time and resources getting it out of the Sparrows, will you? it’s all here, what my father found out about the Croaking…and the Crow King. You’ve figured it out, right? That it’s all a mistake, a joke.

R: I’ll call off the raids on the Sparrows.

brek pushes the files over to him. he picks them up eagerly

R: thank you, brek. i know you’re doing this for your father, but it’s good to see you, still. I’m…regretful that it all had to happen that way, if that means anything.

B: sure, reamer.

R: (starts walking out room) this is it? all of it?

B: yup. every last bit

shows “Ravens” folder peaking out of bag he didnt give reamer.

lyr and erka looking down on an alley.

E: you’re sure this is -

L: this is where I met them when i - this is where i met them. although it was a year ago, they mightve changed their rotations by now -

E: why dont we just go to that creepy building they all live in - the First Branch or whatever -

L: we don’t want to be swarmed by them, even though we’re high-ranking they’re still going around tearing wings off. I don’t want them to know who we’re looking for, either -

Dove from the square behind them: a Merlin and a Kite. You’re looking for someone? Perhaps I can be of assistance.