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    The Jail Break (GW2)

    The Jail Break (GW2)

    ((Continued from Ice and Ash))


    Nairn Tuckamore

    Despite the Norn’s solitary habits, she was indeed well aware of the chaos unfolding in other parts of the world. Since her acceptance into the Durmand Priory, Nairn had been traveling less, enamoured with the large library she was now free to peruse at leisure. Still, being allowed to do something made it less of a thrill – and she had little use for knowledge that everyone else also knew. Truthfully, she’d been using her time in the library to engage the aeration system in more exciting endeavours involving private laboratory notes, personal diaries and ‘dangerous’ arcane scrolls. She realized her time in the Priory may be limited due to these activities, but she felt the knowledge gained far outweighed the risk.

    Nairn had been on a small scouting mission when Anakita suddenly appeared in the room. It brought a smile to the thief’s lips - the Ranger’s network of information was impressive. She accepted the drink and listened carefully to the story leading to Canach’s arrest and imprisonment. It was good to hear the tale from Anakita’s lips. The perspective of someone who had been there – and had more of a brain than the mercenaries who were all too willing to give their own versions of the tales on Southsun – was fascinating.

    Nairn’s voice was barely above a whisper when she spat her response to Anakita’s tale over the brim of her raised cup.

    “History will show Kiel for the fool she is. I pity her descendents.”

    So then, Anakita would now know where the Norn’s sympathies lay. Fortunate, for Nairn’s next words would seem almost dismissive, like she had missed the point. Her posture was strangely open and her voice a little on the loud side when she replied to the Ranger’s request.

    “Did you know that the Priory helped with the initial survey for the Lionguard fortress on Claw Island? In fact, a full underwater survey of the Sea of Sorrows was conducted prior to building the keep.”

    The Ranger would likely notice how Nairn’s speech was measured and more heavily accented than it had been in awhile. So too, the pair or Asura ears to Anakita’s right turned a little too far their way. The Norn leaned forward in her chair, toying with the handle of the still-sloshing stein before her, speaking in a conspiratorial tone.

    “There is a secret way in under the fortress. They would never suspect you. I will have someone meet you in Southsun Cove. Unfortunately, I have other matters to attend to or I would come myself. You understand.”

    Nairn was rather pleased with herself. The Asura paid his bill and left – and she and Anakita now had a diversion. The Norn scholar was known for locking herself into a room for days at a time. No one could prove she wasn’t at the Priory during a jail break at Claw Island. Anakita would be watched, of course, but there were ways around that. Extra troops would be positioned under water and around Southsun, waiting for the Ranger – and entirely out of the way of the rescue party.

    The Norn’s lips were pulled into a smile on the right side of her face, while her left side remained completely neutral. Anakita would note the familiar glow in Nairn’s eyes, however. She was definitely on board. And she had a plan.
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    Anakita Snakecharm




    Anakita gave an odd little head bob to acknowledge what Nairn said about Ellen Kiel. There had been a time when Anakita had respected the Lionguard Inspector. Kiel had initially seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. Even before the Ranger had known Canach was involved in this new Southsun mess, though, she had overheard Kiel siding with the Consortium against the settlers because a contract was a contract, even if you had an only-semi-metaphorical sword to your throat when you signed... and at that point, the two women had begun to part ways so completely, the rift could likely never be fully mended. This was just the logical endpoint of a divergence of paths that had started when Kiel chose the law over empathy.

    The point of Nairn bringing up the blueprints was obvious to Anakita... but even so, the reference to Claw Island made the Ranger shudder and grip the table, white-knuckled. It hadn't occurred to her that they would take Canach there - but yes, of course they would. The cell where she had visited him in Lion's Arch was just in a small holding facility, sufficient for minding drunks till they sobered up or, as in Canach's case, injured prisoners until they healed up a bit. It wasn't designed for long-term incarceration... which was apparently what they had planned for Canach now. For that, he would be taken to the fortress on Claw Island.

    Anakita hated Claw Island. Always would. They had taken the island back from Zhaitan's minions, sure. As a result, for most of Tyria it was seen as a place of victory. For Anakita, though, it would always be first and foremost the place where Forgal died. Irrationally, it made Anakita doubly upset to know Canach was locked up in that particular place, although by any objective standard it was no more hellish than being imprisoned anywhere else.

    She hadn't been back to Claw Island since the battle to reclaim it. The thought of going back made her skin crawl and sent a cold shiver down her spine. She would do it, though, because she had to. Anakita would do it for Canach. She knew it was what Forgal would want.

    It was also clear to Anakita that Nairn was stating a diversionary plan - the Norn woman wouldn't give away mission objectives to prying ears - so she didn't bother to point out the difficulties with it. Southsun was not a natural embarkation point for Claw Island; it would have taken her party significantly out of their way to go via Southsun instead of the Claw Island Portage from Lion's Arch. An unauthorized water approach to Claw Island would be almost impossible to do covertly, either. The waters were suitable for swimming - Anakita had arrived that way when she showed up just in time to witness Forgal's last breaths - but you'd be visible to the fort sentries long before you got anywhere close to the beachhead.

    All the things that made it an unworkable plan, however, made it an ideal diversionary story. It was just plausible enough that the authorities would have no choice but to take it seriously, and doing so would keep them well occupied while the real operation went down.

    "Thank you, Nairn," Anakita replied sincerely. "I'll have a few tricks up my own sleeve, too."


    ***


    The city of Lion's Arch itself had provided an excellent opportunity for a jailbreak by hosting a massive festival a short time after Canach's arrest. Modeled on the Canthan Dragon Festival, this new Dragon Bash was a symbol of hope for the fight against the Elder Dragons.

    At least, it was supposed to be. Anakita couldn't help but find it trivializing. When they told her to hit a dragon pinata with a stick, she couldn't help flashing back to when she was standing on the deck of an airship facing a real dragon, her bow singing in her hand and her own blood running down her face, in that uncertain moment between victory and catastrophe. When they lit the dragon effigies, she saw funeral pyres. Her lips curled involuntarily at the sight of Zhaitaffy - candy named after the undead monster that had taken her adoptive father and so many others from her.

    Anakita knew she was being a spoilsport. That she was taking things in ways that weren't intended. She wasn't the only one who had lost a great deal to the dragons; almost everyone had. She was far from the only veteran of the battle against Zhaitan who was standing in the crowd as the fireworks went off. Everyone else seemed to be taking the whole thing in the proper spirit - as a symbol of hope and victory. Why did she have to be different? Even as Anakita knew she was being irrational, though, she couldn't help waves of irritation with every decoration she passed or festive greeting she received. It still hurt too much to celebrate, and there was still too much to do before Tyria was free of the Elder Dragons.

    The celebration provided more than a mere distraction for the Lionguard, as it turned out. A new enemy - allied with an old one - chose the effigy ceremony as a time to make their presence known. Now, Anakita had a scapegoat to blame for Canach's escape. She still needed to be able to show her face in Lion's Arch, and now she thought she would be able to. Attempting a prison break only to find the prisoner already gone wouldn't put her in the Lionguards' best graces, but she'd built up enough equity to compensate for that, if there was another culprit responsible. It might also buy Canach some breathing room when he came home - since Anakita had already decided Divinity's Reach was actually the safest place for him.

    When Anakita and Stefan showed up for their rendezvous with Nairn, the Ranger had a burlap sack over her shoulder. She showed the Norn woman the contents: some assorted scorched Inquest golem parts, and a strange gauntlet that had channeled magical electricity before it ceased to function. In other words, she had a sack of fake evidence to plant.

    "One jailbreak, courtesy of the Aetherblades," Anakita said with a smile. "Or so we make it appear, anyway. They're essentially pirates, after all. Why wouldn't they?"

    After the attack on the ceremony, more Aetherblade movements were being worriedly anticipated. By providing the city with what was expected, they could throw the Lionguard well off Canach's trail by leaving them searching the skies fruitlessly for him.
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    Nairn Tuckamore

    Festivals and celebrations made her nervous, not that she’d admit as much in so many words. She was thankful no one could see her flinch with every firecracker that exploded. Chatter, whispers, conversation and storytelling were the things Nairn found most fascinating in all the world; having a few thousand all going on at once soured the experience and robbed her of her senses. At least in a moot, you could get away somewhere a little quieter. Here, there were people everywhere she turned, making it difficult to step around them and maintain her shroud of secrecy.

    Nairn was relieved to see Anakita and Stefan and eager to get on with what she considered to be the best part of the evening. Dropping her shroud, she greeted each of them with a grin and a nod, seemingly unaware of the lasting penalty their efforts would bring – even if they weren’t caught. The Ranger’s sack of evidence brought a fanged smile to the Norn’s face. The Lionguard would be looking in so many directions that they’d never see the obvious.

    Pulling out two pieces of parchment, she passed one to each member of their small rescue party. The first was a map – a very good map – of the interior of the Claw Island fortress. The prison area was large and full of rooms, but one in particular was marked with a careful ‘x’. Clearly, Nairn had done some reconnaissance among the Lionguard watering holes. Several points of interest were included such as guard positions, sewer tunnels, air vents and traps. Not everything was certain, of course, but it was a good start.

    The second parchment held more interesting information. It was a warrant signed by Captain Magnus the Bloody-Handed for Canach’s release. It was a forgery, of course, and Nairn hoped she didn’t have to use it. Leaving things behind tended to mean leaving things for others to ask questions about. Still, it could come in handy to cause some confusion if necessary.

    Never one for preamble, Nairn laid out her plan – subject to change if needed.

    “The best way in is by the front gate. I will shroud the three of us and we will walk in when the relief regiment moves for the city. We will walk inside to – here” a point was indicated on the map nearby the weaponsmith’s station. “Then we enter this tunnel here –it brings air to the lower levels and will take us to the proper depth…with some work. Do you agree?”

    No matter her ideas, Nairn still wanted to know that everyone was in agreement. Besides, the Ranger was extremely inventive – who knew what she’d cooked up in the meantime?

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    Anakita Snakecharm




    A heroic but nearly impossible task, against great odds and an unrelenting enemy. This, my friend, is a death worthy of legend.

    That gate. Gods, how she hated that gate. The gate Forgal had died defending from the Risen, protecting his comrades as they retreated to the ship with the wounded. When that gate had slammed shut, it was the last glimpse Anakita got of Forgal alive and whole and strong. The next time she saw him, he was bleeding and broken, gasping his last breaths in her arms.

    Tell my tale at the hearth fires, where the skaalds sing of heroes.

    She had done her best. She had borne his legacy with the devotion of the most faithful of Norn daughters. Forgal would be proud, she thought. That didn't stop her from missing him terribly. From wishing he was alive to be proud of her, to offer wisdom and fatherly affection.

    Go. I will not fail.

    Anakita had never for an instant feared that he would. What she had feared - rightly, as it turned out - was that even his success would take him from her, when he was fighting an impossible battle with all he had...

    She shook her head slightly, trying to clear away the memories. Anakita hated Claw Island. She hated that damned gate worst of all. It didn't matter, though. That was where Canach was. It was where she had to go.

    The Ranger nodded her agreement to Nairn's plan. "Sounds good to me," she replied, and Stefan nodded too.

    The release papers were a particularly nice touch. Better not to have to use them, of course - such things would be checked, verified. Too audacious to be Plan A. If they were backed into a corner, though, it was a very serviceable Plan B.

    Getting to Claw Island wasn't difficult. A fairly constant stream of people came and went at shift changes, so it wasn't hard for three extra people to slip aboard a ship. Upon arrival, Anakita and Stefan allowed Nairn to shroud them. It was still hard for the Ranger to believe they were hidden, but she trusted Nairn, and no one was reacting to them, so it must be the case.

    At the gate, Anakita started to tremble. She hung back. Her knees almost buckled.

    They killed Forgal here. That monster Zhaitan's Risen minions had torn him apart here.

    She'd had to leave his body behind, because she couldn't carry it and escape herself. When she'd returned for his remains, she couldn't find anything. Not a bone, not a scrap of plate from his armour. In the months since his death, Anakita had dreams about her Norn father, visions of comfort and reassurance... but even so, she couldn't help fearing that some part of him was still out there.

    Out there and alone. Suffering. Taken prisoner by the dragon, and now left wandering, confused and fearful.

    Every time she went to Orr, she looked for Forgal. Even when she told herself to stop, she couldn't help it. Even when she insisted to herself that he was dead and at rest and no one could hurt him anymore. It had become instinctive.

    Sensing that Anakita was in danger of freezing in her tracks, Stefan stepped backward and took her hand. Anakita snapped out of it and moved forward resolutely, following Nairn in the direction of the tunnels with no more than another distraught glance up at the gate that figured in so many of her nightmares.
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    Nairn Tuckamore

    The fact that the plan took them through the front gate of Claw Island was regrettable, but it could not be helped. Nairn knew that time was of the essence and she wanted as much time as possible after they relieved Canach of his chains to complete the mission. This was simply the fastest and easiest way in. If all went well, they could exit the same way; it would be taxing on her energy, but she could do it.

    The Norn waited patiently for the seconds it took Anakita to resume forward motion, unable to move ahead even if she wanted to. The shroud depended on maintaining a prescribed distance from her party so the three needed to move in unison as much as possible. It was fairly simple to dodge the ranked units of Lionguard to arrive at the vent she had indicated. As the shroud around them dropped, she let out an involuntary gasp. Nairn looked winded, like she had run there from the city proper. Taking a sweet out of her pocket, she chewed it slowly to give her energy level a boost before they moved on with the plan.

    The air vent was large, at least for the first two levels it sloped through. Before long, the trio was forced to make an exit into one of the tunnels. Between Nairn’s Norn stature and Stefan’s armour, they weren’t exactly mice sneaking into a cupboard. The next part would be tricky. Nairn was unwilling to kill Lionguard merely to keep them from noticing their presence, nor did she want the alarm sounded until they were well on their way. In fact, she didn’t want them to suspect anything was amiss at all.

    The way down to the prison level offered little resistance, mostly because there were few guards to begin with. The three merely had to wait for them to wander a short distance away, then walk by in a stealth state to avoid them. The ramp at the entrance to the cells was another matter. They would have to get the two guards at the base out of the way before attempting to move Canach.

    A smile suddenly spread across the Norn’s face and she motioned to Anakita to open the sack full of parts. She drew out the gauntlet, then disappeared from sight. Blinding powder erupted at the base of the ramp and the first guard went down with a grunt. Nairn managed to get behind the second guard as the smoke cleared and brought the gauntlet up into the man’s line of sight before knocking him unconscious as well. It would do…for now. The Norn remained over the two, pulling a small vial from her belt. If they awakened, she’d dose them with some of her sleeping formula. Nodding to her friends, she motioned with her head in the direction of the cell where Canach should be.

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    Anakita Snakecharm




    Anakita had never been in the Claw Island brig before. The unfamiliarity proved beneficial, in this case, because once they went underground, nothing was recognizable as a reminder of her tragedy. With Forgal she had fought on the beachheads, on the ramparts, in the courtyard, at the gate... but not below ground. The Risen had never gone this deep into the fort. The lower levels weren't particularly distinctive; they could be anywhere, for all the indication their surroundings gave. That made it a little easier to forget what was above them, and focus on the map and Nairn's directions.

    Canach's cell wasn't difficult to find. The brig wasn't terribly large, and there weren't many occupants; less "dangerous" and lower profile prisoners were often kept at Fort Marriner instead. All of the other cells near Canach's were unoccupied, which was handy from a practical standpoint but it made Anakita sad for him. This seemed to be essentially solitary confinement. Perhaps his jailers feared he would stir up dissent if he had too much contact with other inmates, but to the Ranger it appeared a grim prospect to be locked down here all alone. The prison itself wasn't as much of a hellhole as she had expected - it was dry, there was light to see by, and it was relatively clean - but someone as intelligent as Canach was surely going crazy without so much as another soul to talk to.

    The cell was, of course, locked, but with the guards unconscious it wasn't hard for the Ranger to swipe the heavy ring of keys from the senior guard's belt. Anakita was glad it hadn't been necessary to kill them. She had no desire to harm the Lionguard - mostly brave men and women who were doing their duty as they saw it. The guards weren't responsible for Canach's imprisonment or the hypocrisy that had demanded it. Being knocked unconscious wasn't anyone's idea of a good time, but at least it wasn't lethal. Their pride would recover, and they'd be no worse for the wear.

    When Anakita and Stefan shoved open the cell door, they found Canach manacled, lying motionless across his bed... something wasn't right. Anakita moved closer, and saw fresh injuries. This wasn't from the fight she'd had with him in the cave; her own bruises were fading, and these were new. There was dried golden blood on his face. That hadn't been there when she visited him in the infirmary. Someone had beaten him up while he was in the brig - and recently. Anakita doubted Ellen Kiel was responsible for this particular outrage. Kiel might have been merciless in her condemnation of Canach, but she was a sticker for the rules. She wouldn't authorize unlawful retribution against a prisoner in her care.

    Inspector Kiel wasn't here, though. She was away on the security detail at the festival. Apparently one of her underlings had decided to take advantage of her absence by venting some anger on a prisoner who was shackled and couldn't defend himself - probably, Anakita thought, that underling was a Lionguard who had been quietly on the Consortium bribes payroll.

    Canach's eyes were fever-bright, and he stared off absently into space. Anakita had never seen him like this, not even in the cave when he was prepared to die fighting. She had never seen him... passive. For the first time since she met him half a year ago, Canach seemed to have given up. But of course, he'd had no way of knowing someone was coming to set him free. Some latent motherly instinct kicked in and she drew him into her arms for a moment, holding him like she would a child, reassuring him that they were there to help and trying her best to channel some of her strength into him. It didn't make much difference, but at least he seemed slightly more aware and with it when he met her eyes.

    His condition was going to be a problem, Anakita realized. Canach was seriously injured from the beating, and it seemed that illness had set in too. Their plan of using a cloak of stealth to get him out of the prison had relied on him being at least somewhat ambulatory and able to aid his own rescue. It seemed, now, that that wouldn't be the case. Stefan helped Anakita unfasten Canach's manacles and lift him from the pallet and out of the cell.

    "Nairn, we have... a complication," the Ranger said quietly, and made a gesture with her chin toward the barely-conscious Sylvari she and Stefan were carrying.
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    She had remained to keep watch on the halls above, in case of the arrival of more guards, and so had paid little to no attention to what was going on in the brig. Even in the event of a surprise, Anakita and Stefan could handle whatever could happen for the seconds it would take for her to get there. As such, the Norn was unprepared for what she saw when she turned about. Canach hanging limply between two of his rescuers: injured, bleeding, sick. A strange hiss rolled about inside her mouth and seemed to exit through her nose rather than from between her teeth.

    The thought had occurred to her that Canach may not be in the best of health when they found him. Somehow, she had not anticipated…this. Nairn knelt before the Sylvari and took his chin in her hand, turning his head to the right and left inspecting every inch. Mentally, she checked off what she could determine from sight alone. Lacerations. Fever. Concussion. All treatable, but not here, not right now. This was indeed a most unfortunate oversight on her part. If Nairn appeared displeased, even for a moment, it had little to do with the plan having to change and much more to do with her not having the means to rectify the problem.

    “We could carry him to the surface,” she began slowly, “and I can attempt a stealth spell while we move through the courtyard, however I do not know if I can hold it long enough. I am…limited.” It was a difficult admission to make, but it was the truth. The problem continued to roll through her mind and as much as she was loathe to wait around discussing options, she felt it was important to have a goal in mind. “Perhaps…perhaps we can hide him on a cart. We can disguise you, and you can drive the cart out. I can maintain the stealth for two.”

    Other ideas had presented themselves, but most of them would require hiding Canach in the fortress overnight. Nairn was concerned that without treatment, he wouldn’t last long enough to enjoy freedom.

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    Anakita Snakecharm




    Anakita nodded absently when Nairn said she was limited, and while she appreciated that it wasn't easy for anyone but particularly a Norn to say, to the Ranger it was obvious; everyone was limited, even the gods themselves. No one could expend unlimited energy for an unlimited amount of time, not even Kormir herself if the Blind Goddess of Truth appeared before them in the flesh. What mattered was how they handled their limitations.

    In this case, Anakita thought the cart sounded like the most solid plan, and said so. If they could find one - which they probably could, since supplies had to be brought from the ships down to the brig somehow - pulling their injured party member along would expend much less of their energy and be much faster than trying to haul him up in their arms.

    "I'll look for a cart," the Ranger said. "You two stay with Canach and keep him safe."

    Anakita didn't run into many guards on her search. One took the hilt of her hunting knife hard and fast at the base of the skull, knocking him unconscious, after which she carefully draped his arm over a golem piston to suggest a fairer type of combat had occurred, which he was unlikely to deny. Other than that single hapless Charr, though, Anakita saw no one. The cells seemed almost unoccupied, and presumably the majority of the Lionguard were at the festival.

    Before long, she located a small cart that two people could pull by hand even full. She hastily loaded it with refuse from the scrap heap - Nairn and Canach would be cloaked, but a cart full of garbage would attract less notice than workers bothering with an entirely empty one - and dragged it over to where her party waited.

    "Let's get him out of here," she said. She met Canach's fever-clouded eyes, and told him, "Don't worry, you're going home."

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    The longer she spent in the prison, the more nervous the Norn became. It wasn’t that she took issue with smallish, damp spaces. Nor was it the company. It was, in fact, that they had a little too much company. The few other prisoners were eyeing them with interest and the two unconscious guards, well, she wasn’t too sure how much longer they’d remain that way without a little extra help from her boot. She didn’t speak a word to Stefan or to Canach while the three of them waited for Anakita to return. The sound of wood on stone was a welcome release from the stagnancy they were currently in.

    Nairn aided the two with lifting the battered Sylvari onto the cart and carefully concealed him beneath burlap sacks and bits of refuse. They were about to get underway when suddenly one of the prisoners spoke up.

    “Take me with you.” The man’s voice was like grease hot in the pan. Slippery, soothing, promising a nasty burn. “Take me too, or I’ll tell the Lionguard it was you lot. You’ll hang and I’ll be free for my part in your capture.” His long hair was parted enough for the trio to see the human’s gaunt face and yellowed teeth. Bits of his trappings suggested that he was part of the thieves syndicate in the Divinity’s Reach area – clearly he would know Anakita and Stefan – and their rather tenuous relationship with the law.

    Nairn eyed the Ranger and pulled a dagger from beneath her shirt. Its tip was hidden from view between the Norn’s long fingers, but the bearer’s skill would soon bury it in the man’s chest. She had no personal compunction in killing the man outright – it would make a good warning for the others to forget what they’d seen – but she did not want to jeopardize their mission by adding an unexplained death to the scene. Besides, the Ranger, she knew, had an uncanny knack for wanting to see the least redeemable of people alive.

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    Anakita sighed heavily, and turned slowly to face the cell from which she had been addressed.

    "You should have stopped at 'Take me with you,'" she informed him in a wearily patient tone. "That part was good. Then I would have said, 'Why should I do that?' and you would have given me a sad tale of how you were imprisoned but have come to deeply regret your misdeeds, and how much you wish you had a chance to redeem yourself for your past wickedness. Then I might have said, 'Fine, I'll give you another chance, because it would be hypocritical to be unwilling to do for anyone else what we're doing for Canach - but if you make me regret it, you'll take an arrow in the back.' Then I might have opened your cell door and let you out."

    The Ranger sighed again. "But instead, you decided to be an idiot and threaten me, and that simply isn't going to work. You've left me no incentive to leave you alive, and given me every reason to kill you. Dead men tell no tales, and all that. Much as I was hoping this mission would be bloodless, I've killed better people than you."

    She took the shortbow from where it hung on her back, and notched an arrow. Not bluffing - killing was what she did, and she was calmly prepared to do so again if it was necessary to protect them all. But then her hand stayed slightly, allowing the man to see that her mind might not be quite made up to end his life.

    "One thing, though. If you really believed your plan was going to work, you wouldn't have told me about it. You'd be better off turning snitch to the Lionguard than being a jail breaker and going fugitive, if you thought you could. We both know that isn't going to happen, though, because we both know Ellen Kiel. She'll thank you for the information, lock us up, and we'll be your neighbours in the next cell while you serve out your sentence according to the letter of the law. So I can only assume you're bluffing to try to intimidate me - and at that, not very well."

    Anakita's grey eyes were steely as they met and held the prisoner's. "So let's try again. I'm going to pretend all you've said so far was 'Take me with you.' Go on. Convince me your life is worth sparing."

    The Ranger hadn't decided for sure that she wasn't going to kill this man. That remained an option - certainly a more viable one than leaving him here to tell tales. However, she wasn't ruling out the possibility that he would talk his way into saving his own life. Nor was she ruling out the possibility that they would have to alter their plan on the fly to accommodate several more people, now that they had an audience. Anakita refused to be bullied, but she might be convinced.

    She slung the bow back into its resting place, then folded her arms across her chest and waited.
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