06-10-2017, 03:26 PM
The tunnels were quiet as Carmelita padded through them to the sleeping quarters. A few bandits lay insensate on the floor, weapons sprawled besides their drugged forms. Carmelita cuffed them to a tunnel support, divesting them of a few knives, and continued on to the kitchen. A trussed up, unconscious bandit indicated Malon had already started her job for her. Carmelita was relieved to find a pulse, and continued on her way. The sleeping quarters were next, and Carmelita made quick work of the bandits here, cuffing them to secure places and removing any weapons secreted on their persons.
She found one bandit dead, with her throat slit. Carmelita winced, but moved on. What was done was done, and she had seen more violent responses from wronged parties in these situations.
After clearing the living area, Carmelita had yet to see Scar. It was likely that he, and those on guard duty, would still be awake, and so she headed to the camp entrance in no short order.
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The wall turned out to be abandoned. Carmelita held herself back from running along it, but the nervousness as to where they had gone was getting to her.
As she descended from the wall, she stopped dead upon seeing Scar standing in the middle of the cavern, casually look straight at her through glittering spectacles.
“It took me a while to realise something had gone wrong,” he said, just loudly enough for Carmelita to hear him. “Now, if you would open the gates, I won’t detonate the emergency runes on the furnace.”
“I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about,” Carmelita bluffed. “Your hostages are safe in your cells-”
“No they’re not. I had my men from the wall find that out after they were hit with a mace and a storm of magic as they went to get weapons from Four-Eyes. So you’ve cooped them up in the safety of the vault: the same vault I REALLY didn’t want anyone to enter. Now, you’re a prime if I ever saw one, so you’ll be able to summon up a tool to open the gates despite their lack of stea,. First sign of treachery, I’ll detonate the runes.”
Carmelita grimaced, pulling out her escape plan. The plastiglex circle expanded to fit squarely on the gate, and she drew out the process as long as she could, hoping for anything that might solve the situation.
“Hey, Boss, everyone’s unconscious and cuffed. What’s going on?”
Carmelita turned to see a woman she knew to be dead walking out from the tunnels. Scar frowned and, after a quick glance at his compatriot, gestured for Carmelita to get back to work.
“We’re scarpering. The operation’s done for. Soon as-”
His words cut off as Malon slugged him in the back of the head with an iron bar.
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A day later, and a call to the watch of Minas Tirith, and the bandits were lead away in chains from the entry to the hideout. The former hostages (a lot of whom had a hangover from the impromptu party they’d started while Carmelita had been busy watching the criminals) were provided with the comfort of padded carts, and Carmelita joined them after the lieutenant in charge of the operation asked her to come give a full brief at the guard house.
As they made their way slowly through the countryside, Carmelita took the opportunity for a long rest.
She found one bandit dead, with her throat slit. Carmelita winced, but moved on. What was done was done, and she had seen more violent responses from wronged parties in these situations.
After clearing the living area, Carmelita had yet to see Scar. It was likely that he, and those on guard duty, would still be awake, and so she headed to the camp entrance in no short order.
---
The wall turned out to be abandoned. Carmelita held herself back from running along it, but the nervousness as to where they had gone was getting to her.
As she descended from the wall, she stopped dead upon seeing Scar standing in the middle of the cavern, casually look straight at her through glittering spectacles.
“It took me a while to realise something had gone wrong,” he said, just loudly enough for Carmelita to hear him. “Now, if you would open the gates, I won’t detonate the emergency runes on the furnace.”
“I wouldn’t know what you’re talking about,” Carmelita bluffed. “Your hostages are safe in your cells-”
“No they’re not. I had my men from the wall find that out after they were hit with a mace and a storm of magic as they went to get weapons from Four-Eyes. So you’ve cooped them up in the safety of the vault: the same vault I REALLY didn’t want anyone to enter. Now, you’re a prime if I ever saw one, so you’ll be able to summon up a tool to open the gates despite their lack of stea,. First sign of treachery, I’ll detonate the runes.”
Carmelita grimaced, pulling out her escape plan. The plastiglex circle expanded to fit squarely on the gate, and she drew out the process as long as she could, hoping for anything that might solve the situation.
“Hey, Boss, everyone’s unconscious and cuffed. What’s going on?”
Carmelita turned to see a woman she knew to be dead walking out from the tunnels. Scar frowned and, after a quick glance at his compatriot, gestured for Carmelita to get back to work.
“We’re scarpering. The operation’s done for. Soon as-”
His words cut off as Malon slugged him in the back of the head with an iron bar.
---
A day later, and a call to the watch of Minas Tirith, and the bandits were lead away in chains from the entry to the hideout. The former hostages (a lot of whom had a hangover from the impromptu party they’d started while Carmelita had been busy watching the criminals) were provided with the comfort of padded carts, and Carmelita joined them after the lieutenant in charge of the operation asked her to come give a full brief at the guard house.
As they made their way slowly through the countryside, Carmelita took the opportunity for a long rest.