Triumph was evident on Troy's face. he would be enjoying a big, red, juicy apple tonight, regardless of the price they put on his head, if they put one on him at all. It was the best feeling, running through the crowd that dispersed as he sprinted. It made him feel-<br/>CAUGHT! Someone grabbed the scruff of his shirt and dragged him into the alley. It was a woman, stronger then he would have thought. The guards ran past as she gave him a hooded vest.<br/>'Put this on and put the hood up'<br/>Troy smiled, obliging politely. Once the garb was upon him, he turned to the woman once more.<br/>'You have my thanks, milady. But who are you?'