Prologue: So the Hunt Begins
The snap and crackle of broken glass gave resonance in the cold night air to what would other wise silent foot falls, glass from shatter windows littered the sidewalk in front of the Store. As the hunter neared the shops double doors. He reached in to his heavy tan coat and grasped his pistol buy its Ivory handle. A burnt out alarm box just inside had insured that who ever had been here before him, had insured that they would be undisturbed. Pulling back the hammer on the ancient cap and ball revolver he entered the shop.
The shop had been trashed, glass from display cases was scattered across the floor, shelves lay on their side, their contents strune about out on the floor. Weaving through the few remaining upright shelves he moved thought the shop finger tense on the weapons trigger in one hand, his left tightly fisted in the pocket of his coat.
As he turned to the end of one of the aisle's the sporadic shadow of a figure cast but one of the few halogen lights that still clung spluttering to life caused him to pause. Removing a tarnished brass pocket watch from is left coat pocket the hunter pop open the case with a gentle push on the stem. It's face in the dull light was not what on would expect the was not one but two, one was normal the roman numerals from one to twelve, the second show a different time, in between these two face were a number of small cut outs showing the date, the day, the month, and the year.
The hunter watched as the minute and on the main face struck the hour four in the morning. At the same time the minute hand of the second face jumped back a minute now reading five minutes to twelve.
The hunter took a deep breath as he round the corner of the aisle pistol at the ready and pushing down once again on the stem of the watch.
The flickering of the halogens stopped leaving the area bathed in a dull constant light and the hands on the second face began counting down to midnight.
There was very few thing s that could make the hunter stop in his tracks, but the sight of a man bruised bloody and beaten, strung up by his wrists from a over head beam was one of them. Closing and pocketing the watch the halogens once again began to flicker, and several beads of blood continued there downward path along his chin from a gash hidden behind his hair line. Wasting no time he cut him down, checking at the side of the mans neck the hunter was surprised to find a pulse it was a little weak but steady none the less, he was alive.
As he left the shop the glass one again gun disabled backing to the folds of his coat and in is place came a cell phone.
Quickly dialing he brought the phone to his Ear.
'911 emergency, police, fire or emergency services'
"Yes I require an ambulance for a man in his late forties to early fifty's he as been badly injured I think may have been a robbery." He stated quickly ignoring the operator meaning less questions "The is Bering's and Son's Antique book's 119 E Bijou St downtown.
Closing the phone the hunter adjusted the collar of his jacket and the wide brim of his hat. Despite appearances that poor soul had end up better off than other that he have found in the same position. He must have talked, quickly, that meant that his opponent was even further a head than he would have liked.
"And thus the hunt continues, Sophia." The hunter mumbles as he almost evaporated into the shadows of the near by alleyway.
TBC
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