Roth and Korrigan

Escapade 3: Duchess

      Roth and his companion froze. The door to the closet had swung open by itself, and no moving force seemed to be present- that is until a huge mottled mass of fur launched itself around the corner and strait into Roth. As first impulse, Korrigan was about to kick the thing, until the light from outside revealed the new attacker to be a familiar face.

       "Duchess!" Roth cried in laughter- the tan and merle Great Dane was very lovingly showing her affection for her master by way of slobbery tongue.

       "I thought we'd left her at the hotel." While Duchess had proven time and time again that she was a wonderful assistance on frequent trips about the world, Korrigan had made the insightful decision to leave the loyal dog behind- the Beast of Bodmin Moore was a big cat after all, and Duchess, in all her quietness, still loved to chase cats on first sight.

       "She must have- Duchess, please!-followed me- Duchess heel!- You know how she can't stand to be left out of things- good girl, Duchess, very good!" Thankful to have had the wall supporting him, Roth turned around and with hopeful green eyes ordered: "Tug-of-War, Duchess!"

        Duchess, despite never having to free her master from rope bonds in a game of Tug-of-War, was very careful in gnawing and pulling at the rope, making sure to avoid impaling Roth's hands on her teeth. Soon enough, his hands were free- though somewhat slobbered on- and with some teamwork, they unbound Ms. Korrigan and himself completely.

        Wringing her wrists to get rid of some numbness, Korrigan made an assessment of the situation. "So we've lost our bearings, and sense of time- though I'm sure its late morning by now- our possessions are stolen, and whoever coshed us and took them made sure to immobilize us in a place that could be considered close at hand. Pretending that we were still tied up, and ignoring the fact that Duchess rescued us, it could be concluded that whoever attacked us this morning still wants something." She took a tentative peek outside the closet- the hallway was loitered with decorative weapons and empty suits of armor. "Good Lord, we didn't incite anyone to murderer yet, did we?"

              Roth peeked out the closet as well- something about the hallway seemed familiar."I'm sure we hadn't, Ms Korrigan- expeditions are to prove existence only, not harm anything or anyone. All I can currently suppose is our kidnappers have a want of my money- but they already achieved that when they acquired my wallet. I can think of nothing else."

             "Well...let's go- this place gives me the creeps." Duchess quietly whuffed in agreement, staying pressed against her master's leg. James stroked her head, and about to step past Ms. Korrigan into the hallway, paused as he heard voices coming.

      "...like a grudge match, ya' know? And- Hey!" Roth grabbed his accountant's wrist and took off down the opposite end, as the figures from the moor noticed their once-captive hostages making an escape. "Get back here!"

      "I think its high time we took our leave- wouldn't you, Ms. Korrigan?" He smiled wryly back at her. "Come, Duchess!"

       Duchess left her post snarling in defense against the oncoming captors, and turned to race beside her fleeing companions.

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                           -Writing Wolf