Kell left the tavern, walking beside the man he'd sent to follow tavie's newest customer. They strolled under street lamps, making their way slowly across town as they discussed what had been witnessed. After they had been walking for some time, Kell's companion leaned closer to him.<br/><br/>"Sir," he whispered, "We are not alone."<br/><br/>"I see him..." Kell muttered, his lips pulling into a quirk.<br/><br/>Sure enough, the urchin who'd followed him so often was back again. Glancing discreetly toward the kid, he pondered for a moment, then finally reached a decision.<br/><br/>"When we reach this new bed, I want you to keep talking, as if you are speaking with me, and follow the alley. There are no lights, so you wont be seen. He'll follow your voice, while I follow him."<br/><br/>The man nodded, chuckling in amusement. "You wouldn't be recruiting again, would you?"<br/><br/>"Always."<br/><br/>When the rounded into a darkened alley, Kell's friend followed the plan perfectly, muttering along as he made his way down the alley as if he were still reporting his findings to Kell. Kell, meanwhile, lingered at the mouth of the alley, hidden in shadows, as he waited for the lad to follow.<br/><br/>==================================<br/><br/>The girl in the box moaned as she began to recover, the haze of drugs and lack of energy leaving her able to make no more than the faintest of sound rise from her chest. She couldn't tell where she was, as all was dark around her. Sounds of movement and voices told her that something was happening. Defeat set a weight on her chest. She'd failed to free herself. The thugs who'd captured her were still alive. Her only hope was that she would manage to bleed to death before they got her to... to him.