Thugg was dead. Thugg had been murdered. Thugg lived thug life.
Red Hand, Cholo and Lucky were set on vengeance. Not in the methodical sense, that cold calculated vengeance which culminates in a brutally precise strike. This was brutish vengeance, that of a man insane with rage and unable to pause for breath or thought, thug vengeance demanding blood.
They headed for West Port, hoping to find the Half-Blood lair, knowing only that it was near a light house and a brothel. West Port however is bigger than one might guess, and there are many brothels. If you have heard rumors or rumblings of their reputation you might also wonder why they thought to scout at all, given their skill set.
The attempt at getting their bearings straight and a location on the half-bloods was interrupted by Lucky’s keen eye spotting a hooded figure following them along the rooftops. Lucky turned, and with a flick of the immortal powers Risk at his finger-tips he planted a single thought in the mind of the enemy perched upon the roof: ‘dive’. The would-be spy immediately began an immaculate swan dive and careened head first towards the ground below. He regained some semblance of mental control just in time to turn the dive into a graceful roll and avoid death. The hooded figure set off at a sprint and Lug and Cholo followed suit.
The three sprinted through streets and alleys, turning and turning, with the thugs slowly gaining on the mysterious assailant. Cholo managed to get close enough to take him down briefly, but the slippery assassin slunk out of his grip.
Eventually the hooded figure lead the chase into an alley where he bounded over a ten foot fence. Cholo approached the problem in his natural way and ran headlong into the fence making only the most meager attempt to actually jump. The fence was sturdier than Cholo’s hulking mass. Lug, close behind, leaped from one box to another and was able to clear the fence and maintain pursuit. Eventually Lug used his spear to trip the fleeing man and held him down just long enough that when the man attempted to wriggle away Cholo was already there to thunder his fist into the man’s jaw.
Lug and Cholo dragged the unconscious assassin into an alley to begin an interrogation.
The man awoke. Cholo punched him. He was bleeding profusely.
Cholo bit his ear off to get him to talk. The man was on death’s door.
The man squirmed to get away so Cholo stamped on his leg shattering the bones within. The man went limp and was no more. Par for the course when Cholo interrogates.
On the corpse, which was promptly stripped, they found a number of vials in a bandolier, several daggers, throwing knives, throwing axes and a note detailing the mission to track the thugs. On the man’s back was a giant spider tattoo, which they cut from his flesh and placed on his face instead.
Lug and Cholo discarded the desecrated body in the middle of the street, a small massage to anyone else watching. When they returned later at the urging of Red Hand they found the body missing, having been moved to an alley and set on fire in a ritualistic fashion.
Who are the Spider cult and how do they relate to the Half-Bloods? If we ever find out it won’t be through careful interrogation or well laid plans