Sable mutters as he turns and increases his pace. He quickly speeds through the crowd, looking back every few minutes to see if he is being followed. To his horror, he sees the man following. Every corner he turned, every obstacle he avoided, the man was still keeping pace. It eventually progressed to the point where Sable constantly looked back towards his pursuer, only briefly glancing in front of him to see if his path was clear. In his haste, Sable did not see the approaching construction workers carrying their equipment. When he glances forward the last time, he runs directly into the equipment. His body hits it with a sickening thud as he goes limp and crumples towards the ground. His vision blurs as he sees a crowd forming around him. The massive man from before stands above him and begins to speak. “He needs to go to a doctor. I’ll take him.” His deep voice booms. Sable attempts to protest but finds that his body is unresponsive. The last thing he sees is the man leaning down to pick him up.
A dull throb of pain shoots through his head as Sable starts to come to. The room he’s in is dark and he could faintly see someone pacing in front of him. As he fully comes to, he recognizes the person in front of him to be Neal. He attempts to get up but finds himself restrained to a chair. Sable sighs in acceptance to his situation, knowing full well he’s been caught. “I knew you’d try to find me.” Sable says. A flash of rage appears across Neal’s face as he begins to charge towards the captive Sable. Before he is able to do anything, he is stopped by a booming set of footsteps. Neal, attempting to recompose himself, moves behind Sable. He could faintly hear what sounded like a sack of jewels being handed over before Neal begins to speak with the owner of those footsteps. “I appreciate you bringing this sack of shit to me. If you are still in the area, come by tomorrow.”
WC: 351
TWC: 1,691