The small team of rebel commandos had been sneaking through the Overlord's palace for days.
It had started with covertly entering hidden inside a routine delivery of food. They had blocked off parts of the refrigeration units, and hidden themselves there. They could not bring any form of weapon with them, because of the scanners on the palace entrance, and had to be sedated so that their hostile thoughts would not be detected.
From there, they had first infiltrated the kitchen staff, and gradually migrated their way into general maintenance.
Once in general maintenance, they had been able to construct weapons using the palace's own resources. It had been a slow process, as they had had to conceal what they had been doing from the overseers.
Now, though they were armed, and following the old secret passages that had been hidden for decades, they headed for the throne room. They would appear behind the throne, and be able to take the Overlord by surprise.
They snuck out of the secret door, closing it behind them, and then burst out from the wall hangings onto the dias.
The throne was empty.
The entire throne room was empty, except for one old lady, sweeping.
She looked up, and gasped in surprise. Then she shrugged and went back to sweeping.
The commandos looked around. Nothing. Finally one of them walked over to the servant.
"Don't make a mess" she said as he approached, "go that way" she pointed, "I haven't swept there."
He looked and saw there was still dust and grime on the floor there, and walked to her from that direction. "Where is the Overlord? Why is he not here?"
"Oh, deary, this is Thursday."
"Thursday?"
"The Master always takes Thursday off. He's in his studio, throwing."
"Throwing what?"
"Clay, deary, clay. Unless he's glazing today, but I think he's throwing."
"Uh, where is his studio?"
"Oh, I can't tell you that. No one is to disturb him when he's making his pots. I'm guessing you are here to assassinate him. You'll just have to come back tomorrow. After 11. Before 11 he's still getting his neck seen to."
"Neck?"
"You know, his bad neck, from wearing that really quite ridiculous crown."
The commando went back to his team. "Uh, we're to come back after 11 tomorrow. It's his day off."
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