Raye remembered where the slave markets were, not only from experience, but also from a story told by a friend. The sales were going on and she stood in the crowd watching as bidding and buying was taking over the market. A small smile was set on her face as she remembered the time when Hawke would be here, or she would be here, buying a slave to set as a dummy in her spying operation or to set free.

She wasn't here to buy one today, but to watch who was. Who was buying those that were crying, that were screaming, that was completely unwilling. And each time one was bought, she jotted down a name. Raye would keep this list, keep track of these men, of these women, make sure that every slave was actually unwilling and in the end, she hoped to free them.

The list was long enough by the time she left. Long enough to do some investigating, to act. She knew she could hire Alain to help her, and perhaps that was part of her plan at the moment. Though it was better to keep it all in house, Raye was no fool. She was alone, and she'd be damned if she got her daughter involved. She already had spent too much of her life hiding from danger. This was Raye's battle to fight-- and she'd fight it alone.

The first name on the list was a young slaver. He wasn't trained and he wasn't from Gor. No. He was someone who saw slaves in inns and thought they would be fun. He was the most dangerous kind of slaver-- one with no training, no ethics and no understanding of what a responsibility a slave could be. The poor women going home with him would be raped, beaten, and broken down into pudding. Raye was sure of that.

Setting off into the night, she followed the man home from the market and sat outside his lavish manor in the West End. Sure, it was dangerous for her to be out there alone, but nothing Raye Howard did was ever safe. And so she waited... and waited... and waited... It would take days to know his schedule enough to free the poor child he had brought home tonight. His first, from what Raye could tell.

Though she was in hell, her days there were numbered; and Raye could take solace in that.