Attention, all citizens. The notorious mercenary, Lysander Washington Kingsford, is afoot on the rooftops. Please remain calm and make your way to the nearest shelter. The notorious mercenary Lysander Washington Kingsford is afoot, please make your way to the nearest shelter. Thank you.The lovely victim's weeping ceased immediately, and she lifted her deep blue eyes up toward the heavens with a huff of agitation, "Damn and blast! Can he not terrorize during the day?" She pushed her attacker away from her a few steps, and began smoothing her dress.
The assailant stepped back from their quarry, and glanced out into the street where they had just pushed the blush haired, young woman, down. Turning away from the dark haired beauty, the presumed attacker reached a black leather clad hand out to the fallen. "Sorry, Corri, I had to make it look real." Murmured a distinctly feminine voice. Reaching a hand upward, the assailant tore the mask from their head, and long, glossy brunette tresses fell forth from it. Blue eyes rolled, and the woman shook her head. "Well, that settles it. It does not look like we are going to earn our meals this night."
"Oh, that is alright Claire." Corri sighed, dusting the filth from her bottom. "Perhaps Esme could work her magic at the speak easy?" She suggested.
The gorgeous, sable haired victim, known as Esme, swept her attention to Corri. "They know me too well there now, Corri. It would not be safe."
The statuesque figure that had been lurking upon the rooftop of the next building, swept a scrutinizing gaze about their terrain, especially the surrounding rooftops. "Too bad we do not have the power to bring Kingsford down. I wonder if they would not pay a handsome price for him, perhaps give us our pardons as well." Yet, another female voice called down from her perch. However, she was not about to endanger the lives of her sisters, so it was best to heed the authority's warning.
All three women lifted their attention to the fourth upon the rooftop, but it was Claire that spoke up. "That would be suicide, El. Besides, they would just as likely take us into custody and design us a rope necklace once we turned him over."
El leaped down from the rooftop, onto the wrought iron of the fire escape steps. She then slipped beneath the railing and swung herself downward still, catching, flinging and propelling herself from anything she could use to Parkour herself to the alley floor. "You are probably right."
All four women looked between themselves before nodding their agreement that they should probably get off of the streets, but where to go at such a late hour? Their hide-away was nearly upon the other side of town where they had about exhausted their resources. "I am all ears to suggestions." El commented.
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