[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Gerard Connolly[/color][/h1]
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[hr] [color=a2d39c]Location:[/color] To St. Peter's [sub](Almost there.)[/sub]
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	People continued to give him looks as Gerard passed by the streets. He would only be greeted by glances and glares, exchanging hushed whispers after he passes, their eyes never left him. It was only natural for them to be wary, especially with a dead soulless victim hunched over him blatantly parading in the center of town, it is a difficult thing to not notice. This went on as he neared the walls, he heard a ticking from behind, the sound one does with their tongue to make a particular sound. 

	"Guthrie says there'd be another one." A stout, ruddy faced man with his twiggy companion was walking with him just a fair distance away. Their conversation was audible enough for Gerard to make it out. The stout man's reaction seemed unsurprised, probably from the aforementioned news of Gerard's coming, but by no means unfazed by the whole happening. "First there was that boy rushed down to St. Etheldreda's. Now this. " Said the other taller man. The other one shook his head. "That other one's bad news though." His partner nodded "I'll say."  The talking ceased, as the two men stopped at a certain point, and walked with him no more.

	Gerard finally reached the walls of the tower of London, unmounted from his horse and tied him on the nearest hitching post. He scooped the body and carried her on his arms as he walked towards the walls. Though St Peter's was just beyond that, security was still rather strict. He was met by men in red whom their attentions caught by the Irishman. They walked towards him, the tower guards, as they cautiously observed the body he carries. One of them, stood tall in front of him, the color of his uniform seemed to flare from the sun which slightly hurt Gerard's eyes.