10-03-2013, 09:01 PM
Crispin Winters walked down the sidewalk blindly, obviously preoccupied with the loss of his watch. He was about to turn back toward the coin shop to begin retracing his steps when a man stepped in front of him. More men closed in on either side, and before he knew it he was completely surrounded. An attempt to reach into his inner pocket was aborted by the flash of a knife on one side and something poking his back on the other.
"You just be nice and quiet, and nobody will get hurt," growled one of the thieves, nudging Crispin down an alley. Another searched the inner pocket and laughed. "He wasn't going for a gun! He was just gonna hand us another one of them watches, look!"
They laughed raucously as they guided him down the street, and Crispin gritted his teeth, cursing his foolishness. Nothing for it, though. He'd have to cooperate with these ruffians until there was an opportunity to escape.
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