@Emman_Jumpsong1 and I exit the small warehouse and find ourselves in No Man's Landing. Emman glances up and down the street, looking for signs of our quarry. Across from our position, I spy another warehouse, a guarded one.
Or, it was guarded. I think, seeing the guards unconscious on the ground. Draven must have been here.
"Why would a ware house in No Man's Landing have human guards?" Emman wonders aloud.
Before I could reply, Emman shoves me out of the way of a barrel coming down on us. Once the barrel hits the ground, it bursts into flame, spreading out in all directions. The fire scorches the toes of my boots and licks at my ankles, otherwise, we're unharmed. Emman cocks his pistols and fires at the roof of a nearby building. An unseen watcher gasps and scrambles out of harms way.
A young watcher by the gasp, and urchin!
"Emman, stop! That's no criminal on the roof."
"Ow do you know?" asks the voice.
Just as I suspected, Fletch. Fletch's father is one of the fogahalics, so he runs about playing pranks, innocent mischief usually, not this time however. Irving knows him though. I try to be kind to him anyway, after all, it's what the Scarlet Man wants us to do.
I ought to ask Irving what he knows about Draven Eldercraft.
"Why are you doing this, Fletch? We could've been killed!" I ask him, trying not to put much emphasis on the "getting killed' part.
After a while, Fletch begins to recognize my voice. He pokes out from behind a chimney, his eyes showing the tiniest bit of regret.
"Missy? Is that you? Sorry, I didn't think . . ."
"It's alright, Fletch, no harm done, fire never hurt me much." I smile at the boy and beckon him to come down.
"Who put you up to this?" I ask him calmly.
"Um . . . nobody, I just din't know it was you."
"Did Draven Eldercraft ask you to?" I ask.
Fletch's jaw drops, "Ow did you know?"
"Just a guess," I reply with a shrug.
"So, why're you follow'en im?" he asks, torn a bit between sides.
"I just wanted to ask him some things, to know if he's good or not."
"I think e's good enough!" replied Fletch defensively.
"I know, but last time I talk to him he had me handcuffed to a chair and was asking me questions. So I want to ask him some questions too."
"Ok . . . but you can't do it right now." he replies, glancing anxiously at the warehouse.
"Why not?" asks Emman.
"E's . . . busy with somethin."
"Can we help him with it?" I ask.
"No, e don't want no elp, e told me e works better alone, but I could elp im by stoppin some tails he had. . . you."
"I see," I nod, "Do you know what he's doing in there?" I ask, gesturing to the warehouse. Fletch bites his lip, deciding whether or not to tell me about Draven's mission.