It was a long night.
The Crimson Flash had not gotten out onto the streets until a little later than usual, having been otherwise engaged. In fact, it was after midnight when he left the inn. This, in itself, wouldn?t have been a problem. Most nights, he only runs for a few hours. Around four in the morning, most of the situations he would feel the need to intercede in have moved off the streets and into homes and other places where he either could not enter or could not observe. As such, he usually managed to get to sleep well before five.
He dealt with the usual things that night, of course. There was a pair of men ambushing folks leaving a tavern, robbing them blind. Elsewhere, a woman was breaking into someone?s home, intent on taking either coin or life. A fight broke out near the marketplace between two young men seeking a lady?s attentions. None of these were particularly unusual, and none took much time.
It was soon after three when he heard a scream from an alleyway.
When he shot to the mouth of the alley to peer in, he saw a man closing a steel collar around a young woman?s neck. Slaver, he thought, though the man was obviously an amateur, new to the profession. To take someone like that, in public and with no means to silence shouts, it was sloppy. The collar was plain steel, as well, unlike many slave collars he had seen. A simple lock, with a simple key, and a welded on half-link to attach a chain, which the man was holding. Crim shifted, hiding as best he could, to watch.
The girl was struggling, he saw. No magic on the collar or in the man holding the chain, not even a drug to make her docile. The only reason the man was able to force her along at all was his superior size and stength, and the girl?s obvious lack of pugilistic training. As it was, she was putting up a good enough fight that the man had to work to drag her along. Before they reached the main street, Crim was easily able to dart down the street, to hide in a recessed doorway and watch. He had been told that slavery was legal in Rhy?Din, and though he didn?t approve by any stretch, there was not much he could to to stop it altogether. However, he was sure that kidnapping was not legal, even here, and though he didn?t know the usual way to go about aquiring slaves, he was fairly certain this was not it. Besides, someone would get hurt, badly, with slavers like this around.
So he followed the slaver. They wound through street after street, sometimes crossing over their path again. The slaver was worried about being followed, Crim realized. Either he knew about Crim, or was paranoid. He was sure there was no one else in pursuit. Regardless of his evasive maneuvers, the slaver was unable to lose the scarlet speedster, who had taken to the roofs to stay out of sight. He thought perhaps that the slaver was going to drag the girl into that recently reopenned inn he had heard about, since they passed it multiple times, but that was not their destination.
Instead, eventually, they came to a small run-down house. Cracks ran up the walls, half the windows were boarded up, and the rest were open. Crim dropped soundlessly to the street and crept to one of these, pressing against the wall. By this time, the sun was beginning to rise to the east.
He heard: ??the birthmark on her shoulder? It?s definitely her.? ?Why was she wandering around alone?? ?Who cares? Meeting with a boyfriend, looking for a fix, what does it matter? You want to take off her gag and ask her?? ?Nah, I was just curious. I guess it don?t matter, though. You?re right.? ?I know I?m right. She made our lives easier by making herself available, at least.? ?Heh. Yeah. Would have been a hassle to get into the school.? ?Yeah. Alright. Have a letter drafted to her father, tell him if he wants his precious girl back, he?s going to have to pay through the nose.? Ah. Not slavers. Just in it for ransom. ?Make sure that he knows we?re not going to kill her if he refuses. Just sell her off to the highest bidder.? Or a little of both. ?You got it, boss.?
Crim had expected to have a chance to break up a slavery ring or two, but at least he was able to get back to the one in charge of the kidnapping. He stood, climbed in through the open window, and quickly subdued the two men. After taking the key from the pocket of one, and making sure the other did not have one, he released the girl and used the chain and lock to bind the men together.
After escorting the girl home, he went to the Watch, to give them the address of the house, along with the key to the lock. Then, feet dragging from lack of sleep, he made his way to his room and his bed.
The Crimson Flash had not gotten out onto the streets until a little later than usual, having been otherwise engaged. In fact, it was after midnight when he left the inn. This, in itself, wouldn?t have been a problem. Most nights, he only runs for a few hours. Around four in the morning, most of the situations he would feel the need to intercede in have moved off the streets and into homes and other places where he either could not enter or could not observe. As such, he usually managed to get to sleep well before five.
He dealt with the usual things that night, of course. There was a pair of men ambushing folks leaving a tavern, robbing them blind. Elsewhere, a woman was breaking into someone?s home, intent on taking either coin or life. A fight broke out near the marketplace between two young men seeking a lady?s attentions. None of these were particularly unusual, and none took much time.
It was soon after three when he heard a scream from an alleyway.
When he shot to the mouth of the alley to peer in, he saw a man closing a steel collar around a young woman?s neck. Slaver, he thought, though the man was obviously an amateur, new to the profession. To take someone like that, in public and with no means to silence shouts, it was sloppy. The collar was plain steel, as well, unlike many slave collars he had seen. A simple lock, with a simple key, and a welded on half-link to attach a chain, which the man was holding. Crim shifted, hiding as best he could, to watch.
The girl was struggling, he saw. No magic on the collar or in the man holding the chain, not even a drug to make her docile. The only reason the man was able to force her along at all was his superior size and stength, and the girl?s obvious lack of pugilistic training. As it was, she was putting up a good enough fight that the man had to work to drag her along. Before they reached the main street, Crim was easily able to dart down the street, to hide in a recessed doorway and watch. He had been told that slavery was legal in Rhy?Din, and though he didn?t approve by any stretch, there was not much he could to to stop it altogether. However, he was sure that kidnapping was not legal, even here, and though he didn?t know the usual way to go about aquiring slaves, he was fairly certain this was not it. Besides, someone would get hurt, badly, with slavers like this around.
So he followed the slaver. They wound through street after street, sometimes crossing over their path again. The slaver was worried about being followed, Crim realized. Either he knew about Crim, or was paranoid. He was sure there was no one else in pursuit. Regardless of his evasive maneuvers, the slaver was unable to lose the scarlet speedster, who had taken to the roofs to stay out of sight. He thought perhaps that the slaver was going to drag the girl into that recently reopenned inn he had heard about, since they passed it multiple times, but that was not their destination.
Instead, eventually, they came to a small run-down house. Cracks ran up the walls, half the windows were boarded up, and the rest were open. Crim dropped soundlessly to the street and crept to one of these, pressing against the wall. By this time, the sun was beginning to rise to the east.
He heard: ??the birthmark on her shoulder? It?s definitely her.? ?Why was she wandering around alone?? ?Who cares? Meeting with a boyfriend, looking for a fix, what does it matter? You want to take off her gag and ask her?? ?Nah, I was just curious. I guess it don?t matter, though. You?re right.? ?I know I?m right. She made our lives easier by making herself available, at least.? ?Heh. Yeah. Would have been a hassle to get into the school.? ?Yeah. Alright. Have a letter drafted to her father, tell him if he wants his precious girl back, he?s going to have to pay through the nose.? Ah. Not slavers. Just in it for ransom. ?Make sure that he knows we?re not going to kill her if he refuses. Just sell her off to the highest bidder.? Or a little of both. ?You got it, boss.?
Crim had expected to have a chance to break up a slavery ring or two, but at least he was able to get back to the one in charge of the kidnapping. He stood, climbed in through the open window, and quickly subdued the two men. After taking the key from the pocket of one, and making sure the other did not have one, he released the girl and used the chain and lock to bind the men together.
After escorting the girl home, he went to the Watch, to give them the address of the house, along with the key to the lock. Then, feet dragging from lack of sleep, he made his way to his room and his bed.