Masquerades - Kate Novak [50]
Jojo and Sal backed away a few steps from the terrified merchants. Sal gave the high sign to their lookout, who faded into the darkness at the end of the street. Then she and Jojo spun on their heels and dashed after their companion. They'd traveled half a block before the merchants regained enough of their voices and their spines to begin shouting. No doubt they shouted, "Thieves!" or "Help, watch!" but since they shouted in Turmish it was hard for the thieves or anyone else within earshot to tell.
Bandilegs, with her long legs, was a blur, far ahead of her two mates. Sal was the muscle, and Jojo could pick the marks, but Bandilegs was their runner, the one who ensured the goods made it clear. She was the main reason theirs was the most effective "import" team in the Gateside district.
At least until tonight. As she fled, Bandilegs saw a slender but well-muscled arm jut out in front of her. Then the arm, ending in a wrist bracer and a gloved fist, caught Bandilegs right at her throat. Sal and Jojo heard a thwackand saw their runner's legs fly forward and up, as the rest of her body fell backward to land with a solid smackon the packed earth. They made a half dozen steps toward their runner before they, too, saw the arm. It came, they realized, from someone standing in one of the innumerable two-foot gaps between buildings that laced Westgate's neighborhoods.
The pair thought at first they'd become prey to a poacher, a thief who robbed other thieves, but when Bandilegs's assailant stepped out of the narrow passageway, Sal, at least, realized they'd come up against something more dangerous. Sal enjoyed Jamal's street theater, so she recognized the red-headed, blue-tattooed swordswoman. Jojo reacted as he would to any lone
poacher. He drew his blade and snarled, expecting Sal to back him up. Sal was backing up, all right, backpedaling as she calculated her chances at escape if she were to run back out the alley, past the Turmishmen they'd just robbed, and keep going. She spun around, but immediately abandoned her plan to flee.
Behind him Jojo heard a roaring noise as a light flared brightly enough for the thief to see his own shadow. Sensing that Sal was no longer behind him, Jojo shot a glance over his shoulder, then did a quick double take. Sal was laying her weapon down at the feet of a small, dragonlike man who clutched a flaming sword in his paws. Jojo looked back at the armored swordswoman, then again at the dragon man. He sighed and laid his dagger on the ground. He added his boot knife for good measure.
The Turmish merchants were at their inn, bemoaning their fate and trying to figure out how to recoup their losses, when the innkeeper knocked on their door and handed them their stolen valuables. A woman and lizardman had dropped them off with the request that the Turmishmen stop at the Tower tomorrow to identify their attackers, who were now in custody.
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Big Edna wiped tankards with the dry end of her bar rag and rehearsed her lines. "It's been a tough week," she murmured. "What with so many Night Mask muggers in the area, many of me regulars are afraid to go out at night."
No, it's no use, she thought. Littleboy didn't care that her business was slipping. All he cared about was getting his regular cut of what he claimed her profits should be. Littleboy would not listen to reason.
Edna surveyed her little establishment, such as it was- a bar made from a few planks laid across some barrels, a stock of whiskey, brandy, and ale of questionable origin, empty barrels and crates serving as stools and tables, five dozen pewter tankards, and a cracked mirror mounted on the wall so that she could watch the customers. Tonight
her only customers were four old fishermen, a one-handed pensioned dockworker, and a pair of cloaked and hooded adventurers. Were Edna one to gossip, she might guess the adventurers were priests of some outcast religion, like Talona or Cyric. Edna, however, did not gossip. That was one of the attractions of her little hole-in-the-wall: You could drink in quiet without being disturbed