A Mysterious Conversation

Gnome Gnomeison woke up to find a gun pointed at his head, and more importantly, a headache.

As he looked around the room, Gnomeison noticed that his kidnapper had purposely kept the room dark, likely to prevent his hostage from finding anything to help him escape. However, that didn't matter much, Gnomeison had been in a similar situation before. Wrestling was a dangerous profession after all. Gnomeison could probably find some medicine for his headache, which brought him to the other problem.

The gun, a pistol of some sort hadn't been removed from his head, but a shadowy figure was holding the gun, their finger on the trigger.

So this is the person who the monkeh brought me to. Gnomeison thought as the gun was slowly removed from his forehead. The figure, who Gnomeison thought looked strangely familiar began to pace around the chair Gnomeison was chained to.

"We were... worried that you wouldn't wake up." The figure said, with a voice that sounded feminine yet masculine at the same time. Such a voice complicated Gnomeison's task to find his identity, but he thought he knew this person from somewhere. "You didn't stir for three days after the Monkeh Asssassin brought you in."Gnome Gnomeison woke up to find a gun pointed at his head, and more importantly, a headache.

As he looked around the room, Gnomeison noticed that his kidnapper had purposely kept the room dark, likely to prevent his hostage from finding anything to help him escape. However, that didn't matter much, Gnomeison had been in a similar situation before. Wrestling was a dangerous profession after all. Gnomeison could probably find some medicine for his headache, which brought him to the other problem.

The gun, a pistol of some sort hadn't been removed from his head, but a shadowy figure was holding the gun, their finger on the trigger.

So this is the person who the monkeh brought me to. Gnomeison thought as the gun was slowly removed from his forehead. The figure, who Gnomeison thought looked strangely familiar began to pace around the chair Gnomeison was chained to.

"We were... worried that you wouldn't wake up." The figure said, with a voice that sounded feminine yet masculine at the same time. Such a voice complicated Gnomeison's task to find his identity, but he thought he knew this person from somewhere. "You didn't stir for three days after the Monkeh Asssassin brought you in."

So it had been three days since he had been kidnapped by that thrice damned monkey. When Faustus Aemilius Marcellus had been spotted by a local Gnome in the Mughal Empire, his sponsor had scrambled to get as many people to help get Marcellus to safety. Gnomeison had been given a fishing boat and was told to patrol the Mediterranean in case Marcellus went for his old homeland. Gnomeison hadn't questioned his placement at the time, but when Marcellus did indeed come his way, he had gone and tried to save Marcellus from being drowned. Of course, the International Manhunt had Marcellus in custody and would send them to St. Lucia he assumed.

"And I'm here because?" Gnomeison asked, trying to find a weak link in his chains. "I would assume you brought me here to ransom me back to Belgium or something?"

"You were involved in Operation Gnoming 31-03-21 weren't you?" Gnomeison's blood went cold. Few knew he was a Gnome Soldier once, fewer still knew about the details of Operation Gnoming. As for 31-03-21, only 3 people that weren't involved knew what happened. "I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm just a wrest-"

"BULLSHIT!" The figure slammed his pistol on the table between them, making a loud crack as he dented the table. "Twenty Soldiers were deployed by the Gnome Government, and then they all disappear afterwards?!" The man starts pacing around the table and Gnomeison. "Houston, Texas. Rome, Italy. Paris, France. Moscow, Russia. Constantinople, Turkey. Castries, St. Lucia. You and Nineteen other soldiers found the 5 parts to something that was supposed to turn the tide of the war."

Gnomeison stayed silent. This man was mostly on the spot about 31-03-21. He and a squad of soldiers had been sent to find the parts to a device that would turn the tide of the war against the enemies of the Gnomes. They had put it together... and it had failed.

"Of course, it was the sixth location, St. Lucia, that caught your attention wasn't it Gnomeison?"

Castries, St. Lucia. The Other Homeland of the Gnomes. Gnomeison barely remembered the trip, they had gone in, extracted the package, and delivered it to the high command. "How do you so much about 31-03-21?" Gnomeison asked, his heart felt frozen, as if it was in a blizzard.

"We'll get to that in a moment, but I need to tell me where the Opidemius Project was sent to." The Opidemius Project was the codeword for the objects 31-03-21 had rebuilt and attempted to use, but only the retrieval squad had called it that. "I don't know where it is..." Gnomeison said cautiously.

"Out of the twenty soldiers that delivered Opidemius, only three of us are left. So if you don't know where Opidemius is, tell me this: Where in the bloody hell is Gnomert."

And suddenly the pieces finally fit together.

"You're Captain Gnomeauld?!"

"Damn hell I am, now lets get you out of here before the person that kidnapped you finds out I broke in."