Here’s another story of Davin, the thief I invented a couple weeks ago. I know these aren’t the greatest stories, but if they’re intriguing enough, I’ll try to come up with better ones. Maybe they’ll be collected into an anthology someday. Let me know what you think of them.
Davin stood with his back against the wall, listening to the tramp of Nightwatch on the street. He eased forward and peeked around the corner and was rewarded with the sight of the patrols in their black and silver uniforms. The sound of their boots echoed off the close walls, making it difficult to tell where they really were.
He ducked back around the corner and, looking up at the darkened sky, took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
How had they gotten onto him?
And more importantly, how was he going to get away from them?
They had the area blanketed with officers as well as local security men. He’d managed to elude them so far, but just getting into this walled neighborhood—the same one his birthday party had been in two weeks earlier—had been tough enough when Nightwatch hadn’t discovered him. But with them all over the place, getting to the walls was going to be a major effort. He’d worry about getting over the walls when he got there.
The sound of the echoing boots faded and he took advantage of the lull. He dashed down the alley—unfortunately a very clean alley, with nothing to hide behind or in—heading in the direction of the neighborhood walls. He crouched low to present less of a target, and avoided the streetlights like the plague.
Two minutes later, he had to draw up again as another patrol approached.
He looked up. Nothing up there, no balconies to hide in, just a blank wall, which was a surprise. People in Calonia liked their balconies.
And the walls surrounding the neighborhood were so close.
He glanced in the direction of the patrol. They were still some distance away. Could he make it, get over the wall before they caught him? He gauged their pace, then eyed the distance to the wall. Getting up it from the inside wasn’t much of a problem. There were stairways everywhere for the security forces employed by the inhabitants to keep watch from up top.
But getting there in time and then making it over… well, that was another trick altogether, wasn’t it?
There wasn’t much choice, though. He was close to the egress point he needed anyway, where he could disappear into the alleyways of the rest of the city. If he could get there, Nightwatch would never find him.
Another glance at the patrol. They came on steadily, but were hampered by searching every doorway and shadow.
Behind him, one of the officers yelled out, and a moment later, a flare bloomed in the night sky, their way of communicating with one another. Each flare had a different color, which told the others something very basic.
Davin didn’t bother to see what color this one was. He was too busy making his way up the stairs.
As he barreled up, a form emerged from the shadows at the top of the wall—one of the private security officers. He must have been waiting for just this.
Davin wasn’t a big man, and this guy was, but he had momentum behind him. He hit the guard in the midriff, shoulder down, legs pumping. It was like running into a palm tree, except this one gave way after a moment. The guard’s legs hit the low parapet and he pitched over the wall with a yell. A scant moment later the yell cut off with a thud.
With barely a pause, Davin hooked his grapple onto the parapet and rappelled down the wall. At the bottom, he shook the rope to loosen the grapple. Faces appeared above as he was coiling the rope.
He glanced at the guard—out like a light, but still breathing—then sprinted off into the darkness.
Another flare went up.
Down a short alley, then a quick right. This one was longer, and he ran down it full tilt, making as much distance as he could. From behind came the sound of running boots.
Damn, he hadn’t even managed to steal anything. Couldn’t they leave it be, now that he was out of the neighborhood?
He took an alley that ran in a diagonal to the one he was in, running for all he was worth, then jinked left into another one and paused. The pursuing sounds had fallen behind, and he took a moment to regain his breath and take stock of his surroundings.
Unlike the alleys of the walled neighborhood, these were full of refuse, piles of stinking garbage and other, less savory things. Some of the heaps were large enough to hide in, but there was no way he was getting in one, not even on pain of capture or even death. Better to die quickly than suffer from something he caught in one of these mounds of filth. There were balconies overhead, but they were out of reach.
And the Nightwatch was closing in again.
Huffing a deep breath, he took off again, ignoring the rank smell that filled the air around him. Maybe the garbage would discourage the searchers.
He dodged left, then right again, not really paying attention to where he was going, just making yet more distance.
And fetched up abruptly in a small cul-de-sac.
For a moment, he stared in disbelief at the blank wall in front of him. He turned to find another way out, but his pursuers were closer than he’d thought. If he left the cul-de-sac, they’d see him and capture him. They were just too close.
He glanced up.
Another balcony. It was a silly place for it, right at the back of the cul-de-sac, but Calonians would have their balconies, even if they had no view. This one wasn’t that big, and didn’t even have the usual open railing, but was instead hemmed in with boards making up short walls.
Gods, this was not his night. If the balcony had the normal railing, he might be able to get enough of a grip on its floor to hoist himself up. But with the boards blocking access, there was no way. And he couldn’t jump high enough to grip the tops.
He glanced at the approaching patrol. He had to something, and fast.
Then he remembered a trick Amalia, his mentor in the thieving trade, had told him about once. She’d been small and strong, and she’d shown him the trick. It was a way of running up a wall, using a corner to gain admittance to something too high to jump to. He’d never been quite able to do it because of his weight, but he had nothing left to lose tonight.
He backed up, making sure to stay out of sight of the patrol, took a deep breath, and sprinted diagonally down the cul-de-sac, aiming for the corner to the right of the balcony.
You can do this. Just give it all you have.
He jumped, hitting the wall at an angle, and pushed off for the adjoining wall. The moment his foot touched, he pushed up and managed to grab the top of the balcony.
He’d done it!
Another heave and he stood inside the balcony. He took a deep breath, then laid on his side, curling up in a loose fetal position.
Now if only the Nightwatch couldn’t hear him breathing, he might get out of this.
The running boots came closer, then entered the cul-de-sac and paused.
“What the hells?” one of the officers said in a deep voice. “I thought you said he ran in here.”
“He did,” the other man said. “I swear it.”
They stood for a moment, breaths heaving.
“What about that balcony?” the second voice said.
“No way for him to get up that high. Come on. If he came in here, he slipped out without us seeing him.”
They ran off, footsteps receding quickly in the night.
Davin waited a good five minutes in case they came back or more followed behind, but no one else came.
Finally, he rose and stretched. He was going to have to practice this kind of thing more. There were people who did this all the time. Maybe it was time he learned some of their tricks.
He glanced around, saw a higher balcony across the way he hadn’t noticed earlier. It had a large glass in its door, and… was that a glint of something in the dim light?
He mumbled the words to the spell that enhanced his night vision.
Yes, it was. Something gold hung on the wall just inside the door. Even from here, he could tell it wasn’t just decorative.
He eyed the balcony. He could make the leap from here. Maybe tonight wasn’t going to be a total wash after all.