Redthorn Anvil

Back Alleys and Black Markets

"I told you, I don't know who she is. The other scumbags just call her the Bidder. Nobody knows who she really is."

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"How should I know? Who knows where that guy's gonna take it. Maybe he'll keep it for himself, maybe he'll sell it. I don't know, I've never met him in my life. As for who sent me, well, there's lots of slumlords out there. I don't know who my employer is, but I'll tell you one thing; she isn't paying me for this job, so it's not worth lying to you." She shrugged.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

Roman just grinned as she was led along. "You're too late now. I don't have it." She told him.

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Roman didn't answer, but continued to run down the street. Eventually, she split off into an alley, and turned another corner, then another, weaving as difficult a pattern as she could to try to rid herself of her pursuer, but more importantly, to give Narcissus more time.

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As soon as Narcissus was just about to overrun her, she quickly shoved the pad into his hands, though discreetly, and continued running.

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Roman glanced back to see what the situation was. Perfect. Soon, Narcissus would catch up to her, then...she would enact her really bad plan.

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Roman growled, wriggling free of the two big men in the confusion, pad firmly in hand, and made off with it. She was quickly formulating a plan. She knew that Narcissus would continue to follow her, and so would the marshall.
If she timed it just right, then she could discreetly give Narcissus the pad, and he could take it back to the employer. The marshall wouldn't be any the wiser, and he'd still think that she had it, and then she could keep the guy running while Narcissus could get away...

It had a lot of kinks, and there was no guarantee that Narcissus would give her any credit if she made it work, but she'd rather have her life than die trying for some petty money.

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Roman sprinted back the way she came. She was a little bit curious as to why this marshall wouldn't call for backup. What was on that pad that was so important? She smirked at the thought. She ran back up to the roof and sprinted across it, hesitating only a split second as she looked down at the drop. Then she jumped.

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That would be confusing. O.o

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"Uh..." Roman paused. After a moment, she gave Victor a sheepish grin. "Heh."
And with that, she bolted down the hallway. Running was her strong suit.