Charlie walked trough the long halls of the guild headquarters. It was a very nice building. He imagined how glorious it's collapse would be.
It would make Algon very sad though, so he saved his joy for now. Colored light shone in trough stained glass immages monsters and dark rituals. Charlie couldn't resist smashing a small piece of glass. Someone would fix that, they always do.

He entered the council hall where Algon was discussing something dull with a scout.

"He just up and left?" Algon seemed surprised and annoyed. "I thought Zeref was capable of destroying cities, but he didn't have it in him."
"I think they talked him out of it sire" the scout said as he bowed so deep his forehead rubbed the floor to a shine.
"How disappointing. As for the target, did he survive that 'talk'? " Algon asked absentmindedly as he swirled the wine in his glass.
"Looks like it sire, but your backup plan may still work".
"That's not good enough!"
Algon smashed the glass of wine to the ground dramatically.
"Get me someone who will get the job done!" He then noticed Charlie had entered the room and sat down again.
"That's better, charlie what have you been up to?"
Charlie grinned as he started bragging about how he had found out when Blue Pegasus was on a yearly vacation and he and some guild buddies went over to thrash the place.

"Ah, excellent thinking Charles" Algon smiled, "Surely they'll send out a distress to their friends at fairytail. Then we return and get their best team in our trap"
Charlie looked at Algon with a blank expression. "Ehrm.. yeah, that's exactly what I thought" he lied.

"Make preparations then, take the new-bloods with you. They might learn a thing or two, should they survive." Algon brought his hand up to his face and looked at it.
"Why is my hand empty Malvin?"
A scrawny guy in a waiters costume came running over with a new glass and a bottle of wine.