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"Do you know where I can find her?" Etienne asked the long, blond brothel-owner as he forced the front door open.

"What is it to you?" Lisette said with her voice guarded.

"I need to know where the gypsy Isha is!"

"I don't know." Her hand rested on her defined hip.

"Do you know now?" The captain dropped a bag on the cobblestone street, and as it hit the stone, it clinked, filled with coins.

"I might, C'est possible." Lisette commented, unable to decide between her friend and the pile of money lying on the ground.

"Now?" D'Avingnon dropped a couple more coins on the ground beside the bag.

This was too much. "She's on Le Rue de Noir, an alley several blocks from here, where she hurt her hand!" Lisette gasped as she bent down and gathered up the money, ignoring her dignity and pride that she had put on.

"You go down the alley way behind the back door, go to the first right, a left again, straight, then another right." She continued as she stuffed the coins in her pocket.

The captain shook his head as he left at a run. He had too much dignity to ever degrade himself as far as this Parisian girl. Isha hadn't.

He groaned. Why could he not stop thinking about her? He hated it, completely hated it.

Etienne followed the girl Lisette's directions, and soon found himself at the place he had come upon the day before yesterday. He looked up; something caught his eye through an upstairs window. He waited, and then a moment later, a figure flashed past once more.

He shuddered; the first glance sent the thought of ghost trough his mind. The second vision was clearer; it looked a lot like Isha, the gypsy. She did not see him, for her head was tilted at the sky, following the darkening morning sky, which was quickly filling with clouds.

He walked, as carefully and as quietly as he could, though his heavy boots and armor-plated chest and back plate made his steps heavy and noisy. He inched across the court yard, and through the busted-up window. He looked at both doors, but then chose to enter through the door with no dust. Through that doorway climbed a staircase, dusted with light, small footprints, and up the stair case he ascended.

A long, dusty, hallway unfolded before D'Avingnon, he studied the door that lined it; the darkness of the strengthening day poured out of broken windows and holes in the roof. The small footprints in the dust walked slowly up to the second door on the right.

He tried this door, and found the rusty handle locked, locked from the inside, where he was not. Several thoughts passed through his head. If this room was indeed that room where he saw the figure of Isha, it would have to be locked on the inside, how else could she have locked it?

And the second, which happened to be more important, well, at least to him, was what would he do with her once he caught her. Yes, there was a good chance that she would get away, yet again, but there was also an equally good chance that she would be caught. He couldn't keep her locked in a goal cell until she would be tried (unfairly as she had said) and then eventually hung. For the first time in his life he felt unable to administer the justice that he had caused many times before. But was it any of that justified? But she was a thief. But once again, who wasn't?

He shook the duty of deciding from his head and forced himself to dismantle the lock. It was not too difficult, the rock was rusty, and his fingers were able to take it apart, bend it, and break it when necessary; after a moment, the door creaked open.

Yes, this room was the room he had seen through that dirty window, and yes, as he suspected there was no one in there.

He made a complete search this time; he did not want to be tricked once more. He had put too much energy in this chase to let her get away. The space under the bed was empty, the chest was only full of clothing, the window was intact and once again, locked from the inside. Where could she have gone?

He turned once more, and once more, something had caught his eye. The door was not all the way back against the wall. No, actually, he noticed, it was swinging as if someone had just passed through. And, yes, he groaned, the girl was watching him from outside in the hallway.

"I heard you coming from out in the court yard." Isha spoke quietly, but with a prideful half-smile.

"You are going to try to arrest me again, aren't you?" She continued, alert and ready to run, but behind the alertness was fear.

Etienne made a half step forward, and in the half-second, Isha ran, sprinting down the hall, and her feet lightly, and nearly silently, padding on the stairs.

The captain took off after Isha, trying to keep up. He followed her down the stairs, out the window, and into the street.

He followed her for several blocks in the dark alley, and then the gypsy turned the corner and disappeared.

He turned this same corner, and he saw, an open grate that went down into the sewers.

Lisette needed the money; she needed it desperately; she could not help that. She needed that money.

She felt no obligation or guilt, Isha was nothing to her, barely even her friend, never her friend. Isha was always so wrapped up in her own stupid problems and never once helped Lisette out in any way. Isha this, Isha that; she was tiered of her complaining and her self- absorbed ways. As if she knew the police were about to close her down, and she steadily was losing her customers. As if Isha cared about that.

Lisette sighed as she picked up several bowls in the dirty kitchen and set them down in the dirty soapy cleaning water. She had gotten enough money to keep her afloat for a little longer. What would she do?

How much would the reward be for turning in a thief, alien, and murderer?

Isha slid the drain grate back, as quickly as she could, trying not to think about the scum, the dirt, and the water below. Before D'Avingnon could turn the corner and see her, she slipped into the darkness below.

The only light that came through the opening above and it was dark and clouded, and as she looked down both sides it grew darker and darker until it sunk into darkness.

She turned, started, as she heard someone splash down beside her.

"I'm not falling for one of your tricks again."

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