Please Punch Pariston
"Who are you?"
Unma pressed down on the phone, not handing it to Bai Zhu.
"I don't have time to hand out name cards to Her Highness the Princess Consort. Please give the phone to Bai Zhu!"
Morel's roar came through against the static of the current, his background mixed with footsteps and the sound of pipes colliding.
Bai Zhu reached out.
"Give it to me. Anyone who dares use that tone to speak to the Princess Consort should be our own people."
Unma handed the phone over.
"Morel, where are you?"
"Charity Hospital, second basement level, maintenance corridor. Based on the blueprint's location, we're right above you."
Bai Zhu looked up at the ceiling.
The sound of a door being slammed into came from Morel's end, followed closely by Tserriednich's angry cursing.
"Pariston! How dare you use my head to ram the door?"
"Your Highness, the door lock was sealed from the inside. Your head is more valuable than mine, but mostly it was just convenient."
"You--"
Another impact came through.
The concealed metal door was battered open, and smoke flooded along the maintenance corridor. Morel's Smoke Soldiers guarded several junctions, their long staves all aimed simultaneously at the person who had burst in.
Pariston carried Tserriednich on his back, half of his clothes covered in dust, with a flake of plaster scraped off the doorframe still hanging on his forehead.
"Our people."
Pariston raised both hands.
Tserriednich sprawled on his back, raising a foot to kick a Smoke Soldier.
"Get this thing away!"
The Smoke Soldier grabbed his shoe, pressing his leg straight back down.
Morel took back the communicator.
"Bai Zhu, the things Pariston and the Fourth Prince brought back messed up. The people in the basement have been replaced!"
Bai Zhu moved the