Rotten Apples

[Deviant]

East Blue, Hedge Drop:::.
Early Morning, 6:00AM::.

Wide open blues reach as far as the eye can see, the sky littered with clouds as the cloth of night begins to subside and a new day begins to break through greeted by the glorious golden light shinning on through the clouds which begin to dissipate. Smiling down over the day which is only just beginning the sun shines it warm glow over the blue, the beaches and the greenery that surrounds Hedge Drop the heavily populated island of plants of almost every kind.

Rife with markets Hedge Drop is but one of many towns which has a strong thriving market community where goods are sold for fair prices and the gain for everyone all round is even. As they say you get what you pay for and that was exactly the case in this cosy little town.

With the opening of the clouds allowing a warm sun to breath life into the town of Hedge Drop the market owners had already begun to bring in the new stock from their workshops, warehouses and even their homes from long time veteran marketeers to new age budding stall owners. They were ready to exchange goods for fair gain.

Little did they know that today among other days would be the one where their protection money would be no good.

Weekly collections were common in a place with no heroes and no one brave enough to stand up to the sheer force of the Navy and their many many recruits looking for any excuse to show a civilian the but of their rifle or just how sharp their new blade they'd only been issued that day really was.

In groups of three Marine recruits would hit up the stalls and request a minimum of 500 Beli per person running the stall. In some cases this led to rather extortionate amounts, especially in cases where the whole family were there to help out.

But to the naval recruits it was just another form of payment that would fill their pockets till it was split by their Captain, the man who had sent them on these little errands and kept everything hidden from his superiors rather well.

The marine with the apple tree as he was known.

An accomplished hero with many victories under his belt and authority he demanded be respected, it was thanks to him that pirates didn't frequent Hedge Drop and why there were currently none left out of those who'd risked it. With a blank wall in his office he would post up the bounty posters most recently issued and start an investigation into the first and do everything in his power to track them down if in the vicinity and only move to the next one once he was finished. With a current record of 59 arrests he proved to be quite the Naval Captain.

But to the stall owners he was something else. Something much much worse.

JOSH WYNTER:::.


It had been the longest time that the blue had been beneath his feet and he'd been struggling to stay afloat, but with the troubles that had cropped up among the journey the small raft turned rowing with help of a few extra beli belonging to the man who refereed to himself as the future pirate king, but to others was Wynter he stood atop the tiny mast he'd made out of spare parts whilst the rest of the boat slowly sailed on just beneath the water's surface.

Having done his best and clearly not succeeded anywhere nears as well as he'd hoped, partly due to a large angler fish he'd encountered, the man known as Wynter was just pleading that his crumby little boat lasted just enough time to let him land at the small wooden docks of Hedge Drop.

They were just out of reach and the water was quickly creeping up on him.

Keeping his eyes peeled on the water which rose Wynter's eyes flicked between port and the surface of the blue and before he was even near enough to properly dock or take a step form his ship, he was in the air and his ship falling to pieces.

The sheer force of the leap had pushed the boat into a world of hurt it had never known or wished to know. Quickly beginning to fall apart and drift apart Wynter found himself only just on the edge. His feet half on and half off he reached forward for anything to steady him only to find the hand of a passing young lady who smiled at him as she puled him forward.

"Thanks

He said with a smile as the woman left him to enjoy the dry land and sun which had begun to shine down a little brighter now breathing life through the town which would be bustling with life and deals.

Peering behind him Wynter saw the remains of what had been his ship and how it no longer existed.

With a smile on his face and determination in his heart he was certain this was the place he could finally begins his journey.

LYCEUM TATE:::.


Bottles, syringes and pills covered the room.

Stacked into triangles were bottles on the window sill. Syringes which had been full of artificial adrenaline lay on the bed side table whilst pills were over the floor, none of which had actually made their way into the mouth of the old codger people knew as Lyceum Tate.

Attempting to put his problems behind him and avoid dealing with them he saw partying till he could party now more as his only solution. It was just a shame how wrong he was. Even worse was that he knew it.

The room had been spinning hours earlier and now it simply hurt his eyes to look around. Tasting the foul disgusting alcoholic beverages in his mouth he turned his head to the left and spat on the floor to try and rid himself of the taste.

A small glow had begun to shin through the curtains and Lyceum started to see that maybe the night previous had been a bad idea. He was just grateful that today wasn't a day of work, but another day he could slack off.

No patients, no worries, no need to wake up.

But the shooting pain in his back told him there was a need for him to indulge his addiction, it was time he swallow down a good few pain killers and let the pain from his pain attempt to subside.

Groaning as he lay back down, Lyceum tried to recollect the memories from last night of which were only a blur of continuous drink after drink, slap after slap and injection after injection.

It was no wonder his body felt so painful and he felt so rough.

[Sweet Dreams]

Eran hated mornings, for many reasons one reason was common for many it meant they would need to wake up, pulled from their dreams of all kinds to face the day. To leave the warmth of a bed for work and other daily errands. But Eran hated mornings for another reason,one not shared by many. She hated mornings because with them came the routine of preening. Every morning shed wake to the same feeling of discomfort from her back, where a large downy wing rested the feathers messed and sticking out at odd angles. Every morning shed spend time, sometimes only minutes sometimes up to an hour fixing them, smoothing them or even plucking a broken one here or there knowing she would need to do it all again the next morning. Although she only needed to do it once now..

It was sometime later she was studying one such accursed feather with the single eye she still had before the eye glanced around the place she had chosen to spend the night, a dusty attic room of what seemed to be a run down Inn. She knew the plan for the day, she had spent the last few coin she had the day before renting this room, so to gain the coin shed need for food she'd need to find something that could pay. Slipping on her jacket to making sure her wings were hidden from view She headed out leaving no trace she had even been in the room except for a single feather on the bed's pillow. Wondering where the day would take her she headed towards the town marketplace figuring she could find a job offer of some kind or at least something to eat with the little she still had.

[Deviant]

JOSH WYNTER:::.


Speeding into the town and side stepping a few on their way to work. Probably fishermen and maybe the odd Marine or maybe even pirate. Wynter did his best to avoid the traffic till he came to a halt with his face upon the ground.

Hitting the ground with a thud he groaned picking himself back up. Looking behind him, Wynter saw just what he'd done and his heart sunk just a little.

In his excitement to begin his journey, Wynter had sprinted directly into a young girl trying to sell flowers and he'd trodden right through her basket crumpling the flowers.

Pulling a face he turned to see her horror stricken face.

"Oh geez! I'm sorry, I didn't see you there!"

The girl deflated like a balloon giving up on life and a few small tears started to form in her eyes.

"C'mon don't start crying."

Trying to console her Wynter sat up and leant forward resting a hand on her shoulder. However this was possibly one of the worst things he could've done as he was soon to discover a response from the little girl.

The ten year old with tears forming in her eyes dirty blonde hair hanging just above her shoulders in a set of brown dungarees turned with ferocity and an open hand.

Dealing out a painful bare handed slap to Wynter's face he was a little startled.

"YOU RUINED MY BUSINESS!"

A little taken back by this Wynter put a hand to his now reddened cheek and started picking up the crushed flowers putting them back into the basket.

"I said I was sorry."

"SORRY DOESN'T FIX ANYTHING! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

Rubbing her eyes as she kicked the basket away, Wynter sighed.

"You're right, I don't understand. But if it helps I'll come pick more flowers with you to sell?"

"I think you should have to pay for those flowers you trampled you poopy headed dingle berry!"

Grimacing, Wynter thought about the lack of money he had in his pockets and quickly found a response to hand straight back.

"How about we both go pick flowers and we'll pick twice as many as before and sell them all over! We'll make double, no triple the money you would've made before!"

Sizing Wynter up the little girl looked him up and down as if concocting some sort of a plan. Wynter just hoped it wasn't one which would lead him to such danger, but hopefully excitement.

LYCEUM TATE:::.


BANG!
BANG!
BANG!

Groaning as the sounds of his door were slammed by the sounds of a large meaty fist, Lyceum picked himself up and clutching his pained back wandered over to the door. Before he could lay a hand on it, the door was kicked open.

The blast knocked Lyceum back a couple of steps till he landed on his arse and the bright early light which told the tale of morning blinded him.

Stepping in through the door was nothing but a silhouette to Lyceum till the door was shut behind him.

Standing over the doctor and glaring down through a set of specs with a smile just as sinister was a marine.

"You couldn't just wait?"

"I heard about your antics last night doctor. Can't say I'm impressed you're nothing but perverted filth & drunk."

"Some would call it an endearing charm"

"And I'm not one of them."

Picking himself up, Lyceum raised himself high enough to be able to match the Marine's eyes.

"Right, well that's neither here nor there, so mind me asking what it is your doing here so early?"

Sizing the doctor up and down, the Marine could see he was frail. He question if a simple blow could floor him for life or if he should simply come to collect what he come for and leave.

"Two things. Of course you know by now how this town works, and of course I have come to collect my pay, but there was just one more thing."

"Yea, I've got your money right here ya leech."

Lyceum replied tossing an envelope of money from the desk behind him at the Naval Captain.

"The second thing was that recently I came across something rather interesting whilst looking at the bounty posters upon my wall. In particular this one."

The naval captain produced a bounty poster belonging to a revolutionary known as "Crimson Carson". Upon the poster's picture, Crimson Carson could be seen with blood streaking down the left side of his face with gritted teeth whilst in the background to the left Lyceum's face could be seen from the side growling. It wasn't the perfect picture, but clear enough to make out that it belonged to the perverted junkie doctor Lyceum Tate.

"What about it? Crimson Carson the revoutionary worth 15,000,000 Beli"

"Do you not see it Mr Tate?" questioned the marine as he pointed to the face of Lyceum Tate in the background.

Doing his best to play his very best poker face, Lyceum remained calm.

"What about it?"

"This plays out one of two ways, you give me everything, I want when I want it, or this news goes public. You lead me to Carson, you get arrested and lastly you get executed."

"You can't even prove it's me."

"You'd be surprised, I hold allot of influence. But I won't lie, I do wonder what a doctor such as yourself was doing back there in that revolutionary war."

"What is it you want?"

"There now, isn't it so much easier when you play ball?"

"What do you want?"

"Double this" the marine captain replied raising the envelope of money he was extorting.

"Do you get some sick & twisted enjoyment from this?"

"Just a sense of justice at it's best."

A second envelope was produced from the same desk and tossed at the Captain who in turned gave a sinister smile and turned leaving with double. A good bit of money in his pocket.

Lyceum closed the door as his brain begun panicking. Thinking past the hangover he needed a new strategy, a plan. A way out.

ERAN MASTERS:::.


As the sun started climbing into the sky nice and high anchoring itself into place, a few people had positioned themselves within the market place with sets of sticky fingers, eagle eyes and the sudden appearance of a peculiar looking woman they'd seen the past couple of days. But she'd been fingered as tourist or a traveler due to no one else really remembering her.

Grinning the single good eye of Wolfe had his target locked. He held his hands in his pockets and walked through the market place, slyly knocking an orange from the stall into his low hanging bag he reached in once he was out of sight and started peeling the orange as he hoisted the bag up on to his shoulder.

He'd been hungry for a little while now, but timing was everything.

Spotting marines up ahead he dipped his head. He knew all about these guys and they knew all about him. Pulling his hood up and covering his face, Wolfe ducked down an alleyway and leant against a wall where he could keep his sight set on the mysterious female with short hair & an eye patch.

Rubbing his fingers against one another he grinned. Surely she should have a good few coins.

Watching as the two soldiers marched past and left the market place Wolfe slid down his hood and quickened his pace walking past the lady with the eye patch.

He'd been in this trade for an awful long time and had perfected his skills. Slipping his hand into her pockets in a matter of seconds and snatching everything that was available he grinned continuing to walk picking up his pace a little more. Heading down another alley way he made a point of turning his quickened walk into a run.

[Sweet Dreams]

Food! All around her was food! Stalls selling hot food! Stalls selling fruits and even fish of all kinds. The sight sent a growl from her stomach as her body began to tell her it was hungry! She glanced upwards then studying the blue of the sky as if she saw something up among the clouds no one else could see.

She didn't even turn her gaze as she bumped into someone paying no mind to it and headed towards a fruit stall a shiny red apple calling to her and her stomach. It was only once she reached into her jacket to pay for it that she froze. She then began to feel along her pockets slowly at first then more frantically. "What the.." Then she recalled the bump that happened moments ago and a fire lit in her eye, had someone really just picked her damn pocket?! Looking up she wished for the countless time she still had both eyes as she looked through the crowd looking for the thing out of place...It didn't take her long and good thing too as just as she caught a glimpse of a hooded figure walking at a brisk pace she saw them turn the corner at what started to seem a run! Eran took off quickly after them her jaw clenched and beneath her jacket, her hand rested on her sword. Normally she wouldn't have cared about losing the coins she had, but damn it her breakfast was on the line this time and she was starving!

[Deviant]

JOSH WYNTER:::.


Grabbing Wynter's hand and dragging him away from the scene of the crime, the little flower girl started speaking.

"Come with me, I've an idea of how you can make it up to me."

Raising an eyebrow as he followed along, making their way down twists and turns, around several corners and down a set of stairs the little flower girl let go of Wynter's hand and pounced on to a ladder as she started climbing finding her way to the rooftop.

Following suite and leaping on top, Wynter reached the rooftop and stood beside the little flower girl. She stood with hands on her sides and looked dead ahead at the town that was waiting before them.

"You sure run fast for a little thing."

"You see that building up there on the right?"

Raising his head and looking towards the distance trying to follow her hand Wynter raised a hand up to block out the sun.

"The Navy head quarters?"

"No the one next to it you idiot!"

Turning his gaze sightly to the right, Wynter's eyes fell upon the building she meant.

"You mean the clock tower?"

"Yeah, there are some creeping Willow Blasphers which are crawling up the side of it and towards the clock face are the flowers, if you can get me them, then all will be forgiven."

"And just how the hell am I supposed to get up there?"

"Not my problem. But if you want to make it up to me."

"And what if I don't?"

With one swift movement and a quick sharp pain surging up from his groin, Wynter felt a foot in full swing meet between his legs.

Dropping to his knees and clutching at his gut, Wynter realized the pain that tore through his body with small tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

"Okaaay . . . "

LYCEUM TATE:::.


With the threats just made and the realization of the horror that would loom over him for as long as he stayed Lyceum formed a plan as quickly as possible and prepared himself for an escape.

This wouldn't be his life, nor his grave. Despite the hangover and shock that someone recognized him from his years back in the revolution, he decided that if he was no longer here, he could no longer be threatened and start fresh somewhere else.

It was rare for people to turn away doctors.

Pulling together a set of important medical supplies and throwing his own personal collection together. He tossed it all in a large sack and slung it over his shoulder. Pocketing the money he'd managed to save and placing it in a safe and secure place, Lyceum pulled on his lab coat and made for the door.

It was time he started out on a new path and found his way to the docks. The first and best way to make a new life for himself. He'd just need to find a boat ready to ship out and make sure he wasn't recognized.

Grabbing a light weight hooded jumper, Lyceum pulled it beneath his lab coat and pulled up the hood. Hunching over, he started making his path towards the docks ready to find a ship.

"Time to say goodbye Hedge Drop. It's been fun."

ERAN MASTERS:::.


Feeling a sense of relief, Wolfe stopped as he reached the end of the alleyway and caught his breath. Reaching into his pocket he found a small sack with only a few coins, but it was a few more than he'd had before. His grin quickly switched from a small one to a look of concern as footsteps were heard at a shockingly fast pace hurtling down the alley he'd just run down.

Peering around the corner he saw the lady he'd just pick pocketed and gulped.

SHIT! How did she know!?

None of that mattered anymore, what mattered was getting out of there.

Turning and fleeing down the right of the alley, Wolfe pushed past a couple knocking the lady over in the street. Her husband quickly begun helping his wife to her feet as he shouted after Wolfe angrily. Throughout the street there were a few carts being moved back and forth for purposes of stalls & shops. Wolfe quickly clambered over one taking a look behind him before falling off the other side and looking for any other oncoming traffic that might arrive in the place of people or carts.

He wasn't ready to be caught just yet. But as he continued his pace he kept his one good eye on the look out for any Marines who might just be roaming the streets. That last thing he needed was for the lady with the eye patch or a naval soldier to spot him whilst he was running for his life.

[Sweet Dreams]

Eran grinned as she saw the mans face peeking back around the corner, good she hadn't fully lost him! Rushing around the corner she saw he had taken off running and in the process had knocked down a woman and the fire in her just began to burn brighter. First, he steals her coin now he's knocking people over? he could really hurt someone doing that! "Stop!" She shouted passing the couple as she saw someone helping the woman up before she saw him climb over a cart and internally groaned, that apple better be worth all this running around! She followed him as best she could although the added weight on her back slowed her down somewhat causing her to curse angrily only to do so again as she had to quickly dodge another cart as she landed on the other side. That damn apple better be the best apple in the world!

[Deviant]

JOSH WYNTER:::.


Understanding fully what was at risk he got to his feet slowly and let the pain find its own way out of his body. Nodding to the little girl Wynter gestured for her to wait where she was whilst he made his way over towards the foot of the clock tower. It was time he started paying the girl back.

It was only fair.

"That was one hell of a mean foot" Wynter mumbled to himself as he started placing his fingers on the protruding parts of the stone work where patterns had been sculpted into place. Within no time at all he was making quick work finding his way up the side and it seemed like climbing was coming to him naturally.

The only things which made this slightly difficult were the ever increasing height and the restraints his clothing placed on him. Aside from that before anyone noticed him other than the little girl, Wynter was half way up the side and could already see into the Marine HQ.

He had a nice big view of the courtyard and could see row upon row of soldiers training. Learning how to use their weaponry to the full effectiveness.

It put him on edge a little but didn't stop him from fulfilling his promise to the little girl.

Reaching the plant life he looked at it only to realize he had no idea what it was he was after. Looking back to her for advice he shook his head & shrugged his shoulders indicating he had no idea what he was grabbing.

The little girl face palmed before shaking her head and placing her hands around her mouth and shouting.

"YELLOW WITH POLKA DOTS!"

Frightened someone might catch on to what was happening Wynter gestured for her to be quiet.

Turned out it wasn't her that caught someone's attention but instead it was he who caught attention. Shhing the girl Wynter's grip loosened a little and he slid down a little before he was able to grab hold again and stop himself from falling. His heart raced a little as parts of the tower crumbled and crashed down.

What he didn't know was directly beneath him was a crook tied up in the courtyard about to be executed. The rocks crumbling fell over him waking him up.

Raising his head the crook saw Wynter as he was leaning over to pick the flowers for the little girl.

LYCEUM TATE:::.


Arriving at the docks quickly and finding himself all ready to set off and find himself a new life, he noticed how many people in town were already busy with the market place buying, trading and selling. He even caught a glimpse of a local pick pocket sprinting down the street and just ignored him as it wasn't anything to do with him.

Even though he knew the gang and knew that his brother would be working further in land closer to the markets he figured if he was going to be gone soon nothing would matter anymore.

And he wasn't wrong.

Spotting a lady clad in red who by the looks of it had just begged some pirates for help and been turned down Lyceum approached her unable to ignore a lady's plea and raised an eyebrow as he questioned.

"What seems to be the problem miss?"

Raising her head and looking into his blood shot eyes she revealed how upset and desperate she was. Remaining on the floor she begun to beg the same thing she had before.

"It - it - it's my brother! He- he's going to be executed today! It's that! That's bastard Marine! The one with apple trees! My brother used to own the black smith shop in town and when he couldn't pay! They - they arrested him under false charges! Because he fought back against them, they're going to execute him today. If I can pay then he'll be freed! But I can't! Please! You. you've got to help!"

Looking down into his pocket at the envelope of money, Lyceum sighed and looked towards the ships on his left.

As much as he wanted to leave he struggled with this problem as for all he knew this rescue mission could lead to something he was really interested in. But at the same time was it really worth it.

FUCK IT!

Removing the envelopes from his pocket Lyceum couldn't stand by and watch this lady struggle on by. It just wasn't fair. He knelt down offering her his hand.

"C'mon. It's time someone showed you the world ain't full of arseholes"

Wiping the tears from her eyes as she got to her feet with the help of Lyceum, the lady didn't fully believe what was actually happening right now.

"A-are you. Are you serious?"

"Sure am. C'mon, I'll escort you there now.
Gotta make sure he gets out safe."

Leaping at him and wrapping her arms around him tightly, Lyceum was shocked and pleased to not just feel such admiration from such a pretty lady but also her breasts against his chest. It had been a while.

ERAN MASTERS:::.


Looking behind himself and seeing how the lady in the eye patch was struggling Wolfe felt a sense of excitement as he realized he was going to get away Scott free, but this was quickly sent out of the window when he turned back to find himself hurtling into the chest of the Naval Marine Captain who has the apple trees.

Face first slamming into his chest Wolfe was knocked back on his arse and left looking up at the imposing figure that was Marine Captain Rutherford.

"Still stealing in my town I see Mr Wolfe. Well it's just a shame you won't be able to keep your findings, but it's so nice to see just how eager you are to hand over the finders fee."

Opening the small sack that Wolfe had stolen and Rutherford had taken from Wolfe when the two clashed into one another, Rutherford emptied the coins in his meaty hand and grinned.

"It's a measly amount, but it'll do for now. I'll let you off with a warning. just remember any more trouble and I'll have Warrant Officer DeMarco here deal with you."

Passing by Wolfe he pointed to DeMarco who he'd met up with and had been following just behind. To call DeMarco a man was too nice for him, he were more beast than man. Constantly hunched over bringing him down from his impressive height of 7ft he was lanky pale with long spiked hair leading down his back all a sickly green | blonde colour with a set of razor sharp looking teeth and a black leather sleevless jacket open revealing his lanky but somehow still muscular torso and arms. hanging from his belt was a cutlass which nearly reached the floor.

Sending chills down Wolfe's spine as DeMarco sneered at him following Rutherford, he completely forgot about the lady with the eye patch and just hoped he'd live to see another day and DeMarco's foul behavior wouldn't result in him returning at a later time to finish him off like he'd done to others in the past.

[Sweet Dreams]

Eran grinned seeing in the distance the thief falling on his ass but then her watchful eye noticed the all too familiar signs of free on his face...even though he had been caught by what seemed to be Marines it seemed to almost be too much fear...maybe it was that look but she felt the fire in her burn out before she continued forwards giving the captain and his follower her most charming smile, for even if she was missing an eye she was not blind she saw how men and even women look at her,but she continued passed them to the man she hand been following and bent down grabing the mans hand it what seemed soft but was really an iron grip before she spoke her voice seeming to hold true concern as she spoke "Are you alright? You need to be more careful sir, these streets can become rather crowded...here let me help you" She might not get food for her coin now...but she could get information.

[Deviant]

JOSH WYNTER:::.


Filling his pockets with the flowers Wynter did his best not to crush them and started climbing back down once he'd taken all those he could see. His fingers had begun to hurt a little but this wouldn't stop him from handing the flowers over to the little girl.

As he made his descent, the little girl's face lit up, not that she would ever admit it, well at least not to Wynter. A voice called out to him which puzzled him at first.

"Do us a favor mate?"

Looking down and following the source, Wynter was a little startled thinking that he'd been spotted by a soldier till he noticed the retrains.

"What do you want?"

"you couldn't break us free could ya?"

"But I don't even know you.""

"That don't matter. All you need to know is I'm a good guy."

"That's exactly what you'd say if you weren't though"

"That's not the point!" the man shouted back gaining attention from two marines who turned to see Wynter hanging from the wall and the prisoner.

Removing their rifles both were aimed at Wynter who quickly threw himself from the clock tower and down behind the wall which separated the HQ from the public.

Thankfully for Wynter the bullets missed and only chipped the clock tower's structure and the wall of the HQ.

LYCEUM TATE:::.


With the two on their way to the Marine HQ the lady's face was lighting up more and more at the thought of seeing her brother again and having him as a free man. She planned on leaving the island and the two of them could start their life over elsewhere less corrupt.

Lyceum got to hear the whole story, but when it came down to counting the money he was very quick to analyse her behavior. He wanted to know just what he'd be getting out of this good deed.

"Y'know, I'm thinking of leaving the island too. I was actually on my way to find a ship headed somewhere that sounds nice. So maybe I could join you guys."

"Don't be silly, we couldn't do that. I'm sure a doctor like you wants all the privacy you can get."

"Only if its in the company of a pretty lady."

"Oh! Well I'm sure I can help you find one of them."

Smiling at the flirtatious conversation and how well it was flowing Lyceum was ready to open his mouth to return with a response naughty enough to get her excited like it already was him.

"My grandma has been looking for a nice wealthy man to fill all of the right holes in her life, so I'll let her know. She lives in a nice little village all alone so she'd appreciate someone who likes the privacy."

Feeling his heart sink, Lyceum half wanted to snatch the envelope back.

But that's when the gun fire kicked in and the lady's heart seemed to sink. Raising her head in horror she quickened her pace and leapt into a sprint almost instantly.

"They've begun shooting already! But it's not time! QUICK!"

Sighing Lyceum followed behind. He'd offered to help, so instead of being one of the aforementioned arseholes he decided to leap into action.

"I'm coming!"

ERAN MASTERS:::.


A little shocked at how the eye patch lady was responding to him even though he'd just robbed her. He accepted her help and got to his feet. Pulling his hand away he wasn't quite sure how to respond and found himself struggling to find the words.

"Th-thank you miss. . . look, I'm really sorry about earlier, but guys gotta eat y'know."

Wolfe continued looking towards Rutherford & DeMarco before his eyes would flicker back to look at the eye patch lady. He wasn't sure if he should introduce himself or just run away, but regardless he felt insecure, embarrassed, angry & frightened at what this lady could do to him after such a tight grip she had.

All Wolfe knew was he'd have to explain his loss today and why Rutherford would be clamping down on his little thieves gang and it would be all his fault.

"You should leave town. While you still can." Wolfe mentioned to the lady before he turned ready to leave her. He owned her that little bit of information at least since he'd already tried himself to screw her over and not only been caught but lost the money too.

It wouldn't be fair to leave her to suffer at the hands of the extorting bastard and his underlings.

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