Chapter 3: Part 2

I signal to my men to go ahead and knock on the door. I hear faint voices coming from inside. We got them.

         “Who is it?”

         “It’s the local guard, open up.”

         “Ok, give me a minute,” I tap my foot impatiently on the ground. Ugh, she is stalling for time. I go in and grab the handle. I open the door, and all I see is a frail old woman standing in the room.

         “Guards, search everywhere, leave no place untouched.” I turn to look at the woman. “Good evening, ma’am. Name’s commander Kira and I have a few questions for you. Mind answering them for me?”

         “No, go right ahead.”

         “Good,” She’s cooperating, that makes it easy. “There has been some talk around town recently that you have been harboring some of my slaves. Is that true?”

         “Well, in the past, I certainly have helped people who have been in need.” She’s dodging the question.

         “Well, have you helped anyone recently?”

         “Oh yes, I have helped plenty of people over the past few days, but I genuinely wouldn’t know if any of them would be the slaves you are talking about.” Sarah gives off a smile. She’s messing with me. Frustrated, I pull out my sword and point it at her neck.

         “Old hag, stop messing with me. Either answer the question that I am asking or get your throat sliced, you decide.”

         “Commander, there’s no one else in the house.”

         “Are you sure you checked every room?”

         “Yes ma’am, no one was there.” I turn to look at Sarah and smile.

         “You know what, why don’t we take our guest here and make her feel welcome at our humble abode. Guards grab her.” The guards walk up to Sarah and grab her. She didn’t seem frightened. Didn’t give any struggle either. It’s like she shows no fear. I hate that. “Oh, and Sarah, before you go, I would like to give you a welcoming gift.” The guards outstretched her arm. I lift my sword and swing hard as the blade slices through her flesh and bone until her right hand is no more. She gave off a bloodcurdling scream. Music to my ears. “Make sure you tend to her wounds, don’t want our new guest dying on us.”

         “Commander, we found something,” I walk over to the back of the house. A back door, of course. “Look, Commander, footprints.”

         “Mmm, yes, I see. It looks like they escaped on foot.” It's a hunt then, good, I enjoy a chase.