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Looking at the door, prepping himself mentality for this.
'Whatever it takes... Even if it means I have to steal someone's life.'
Jackson takes a deep breath then opens the door.
Everyone seems to be looking at him.

"You got the crowns?" The bartender asks him.
"Show me Fiora. Now."

The bartender goes out of the room for a minute and comes back with Fiora, she's tied up and she has a few bruises from being tossed around.

"You hurt her?! Fiora are you okay??"
"Jackson. I'm scared."
"Don't be, It'll be just fine. Okay"

Jackson says running up to her and hugging her.
He slowly stands up, hand on the hilt of his sword.

"The crowns. Now."
The bartender barks.

He throws a sack at the bartender and runs, holding Fiora's hand.
The bartender quickly opens the sack to find pebbles.

"Get back here!"

The bartender and a few other guys run after Jackson.
Jackson puts Fiora in a piggyback position and runs as fast as possible down the cobblestone road.
Panting he turns into an alley and tries to loose them.
But they keep coming.
The four guys rush into the alley.
The alley doesn't have a readily accessible exit.
Cornered, Jackson draws his sword.
Fiora getting off Jackson's back and hiding behind some crates.

"It's over kid."
Says a muscular man with a red bandana on, as he walks into the alley.
"The red bandit..."
Jackson whispers to himself.

The bandit draws his sword.
Jackson gets in a battle ready position.

"I'm guessing where not getting any money out of you. But, I bet we could get money from your superiors, Heathcliff."
The red bandit says.
"How does everyone know who I am?"
Jackson says in return.
"That cloak your wearing, it's the Heathcliff signature cloak. Plus there's the family's code of arms on the shoulder right there"
Says the bandit.
"Oh..."
Jackson returns.
"Enough banter, now we fight!"

The bandit walks up to Jackson, just a few feet away now.
Jackson grips his sword tighter, ready to attack.

To be continued...