Angel heard a commotion on the other side of the river. She had been walking along, not thinking about anything and enjoying the feel of the sun on her arms, when the noise started. There was a sound like someone was screaming or crying. Then a rougher voice telling whoever it was to shut up. With a frown Angel drew her gun and began moving cautiously toward the noises.<br/><br/>The noises seemed to be coming from a clearing but Angel couldn't see what was going on because there were a great many shrubs in the area and it was too far away to get a good view anyway. She saw a bridge up ahead and started making her way towards it, moving from bush to bush, trying to stay as low as possible.<br/><br/>She moved near a particularly scraggly looking shrub and peeked around it. She saw that she was almost to the bridge now. There was another shout and the sound of cloth tearing in the distance. She had to get a move on!  She eyed the rusted out steel bridge. She would have to cross it to get closer, and she would have to do it fast. She approached the bridge with trepidation.<br/><br/>Suddenly, she paused and looked around, holding the gun ready, alert for any bandits that might be hiding on this side. It was possible that they could be smart enough to lay a trap. Sure, why not? They could make a bunch of noises on the other side, then when someone stupid enough came to the rescue, the bandits could take them out. Her crystal blue eyes narrowed as she considered this possible scenario.<br/><br/>