02×03 – Over There
The two escapees now rushed to the docks of Claville, followed by the old drunk. The waters of the great river Artavanus were glistening in the light of the morning sun, but this side of the docks was still quiet. Vadal knew there would be no fishermen here.
There was only one boat in the water, as always. Two big men were loading crates on it, while a smaller man watched over. Smugglers, no doubt, moving contraband east to Valgaard. (more…)
02×02 – Finish the Job
Vadal stepped into the room and locked the door behind him. For the first time this night he had a moment to catch his breath, if only a brief one. He walked with haste and moved a table aside. The pain in his leg returned. He lowered himself to the ground and drew a knife from his right boot and used the blade to pry open a section of the floor planks. It took him a while; the better one wants to hide something, the longer it takes one to reach it. But even if news of his escape couldn’t be far behind, the prize hidden here was worth the delay. (more…)
02×01 – Vadal’s Stash
Vadal could not tell how long they had been running. As a thief, he knew sprinting was part of the job, but he was not used to running long distances, or on uneven ground. Yet at the moment he felt no fatigue. Perhaps more disturbingly, his injured leg was not feeling as heavy as earlier.
Ezekiel was running next to him. He was not showing any signs of slowing down either, but that was expected from a mutant, a bred soldier. (more…)
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