“Starla!” The mother scolded her child, but Ray was already lost in thought.

"The prisons? That's a start." [i]Still not much of a plan, but its infinitely better than charging headlong into a deathtrap. Only now, I'm charging into a deathtrap with a few hundred potential allies as opposed to only half-a-dozen.[/i] “I could probably find a disguise and sneak in,” he started thinking aloud when he noticed little Starla still looking to him pleadingly. He took a knee and placed his hand on her shoulder. “I will do all I can to help your brother. You have my solemn word.” 

Starla smiled. “He's 17 and has red hair, you can't miss him. His name is Arthur and he's kinda skinny. He was a guard in training, but the Pirates took him.” 

“Thank you,” the mother said. “I had hoped, but didn't want to impose.”

“No, thank you, Missus...” Ray trailed off, lacking a name.

“Lisset.” Ray blinked, the corner of his mouth curled. “Lisset Hester. Oh, here.” She rummaged through a dresser drawer before pulling out a grenade and handing it to him. “Arthur once forgot to put this back in the armory, and its been sitting here since then. Maybe it can help.”

Ray nodded in thanks. He got directions to the prison and bade the family farewell, then finally set out. He slipped from alley to alley and made extra sure to keep an eye out for street patrols and focus on his task at hand. He couldn't dwell on [i]that[/i] name. He simply couldn't afford to.