Bargain Beds

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"There was a complication." Malcolm begrudgingly admitted. "It seems the men trying to keep her from you are in no short supply of allies."

[The Stranger]

"What the hell does that mean?" The man snapped.

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"The man that took her from the bus found out she was in the coffin hotel somehow and broke her out." Malcolm explained. "The situation was in hand until some pink haired bitch intervened."

As he made his way around the clothing store, Malcolm looked around desperately, praying the trail wasn't cold.

[The Stranger]

"So you don't have the girl?" There was silence on the other end, as if the man was thinking. "Where are they now?"

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"Chased them to a clothing store on Bay Street before they got away." Malcolm replies. "Don't see 'em not so I can only assume they found a better hiding spot or managed to wave down a cab."

[The Stranger]

"One moment," The man said.

"We have the cab," he said after a moment, "You're done. Come on in, and we'll pay you off."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

Any curiosity at how his employer had found the cab so quickly was quickly overridden by alarm bells. No one paid for a half a job.

"I don't leave my work unfinished." Malcolm stated. "Tell me where the cab is heading and I'll earn my pay."

[The Stranger]

"Negative." The man replied, "They're already on to you. If they see you again they'll take off."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"That didn't save the bastard at the bridge building." Malcolm said in his defense. "It won't save then."

[The Stranger]

"Never you mind. Just do what you're told. Meet me at the parking lot we told you about."

[Lord Oswyn Baratheon]

"On my way." Malcolm replied, gritting his teeth. He hung up the phone and stopped by Bargain Beds to pick up his remaining gear before heading to the parking lot.