Re: Chpt 1.1 - Guard Duty or Bust
Staring down at the sheet of paper held in his hand, Marcus finds his mind stretching to make sense of the puzzle he's had thrust into his lap. There was something -- no, several things -- that bothered him about the whole affair.
"I'm not..." He trails off, starts again. "I'm a soldier, not an investigator. I --" Stopping again, it dawns on him that he'd just spoken these same words this very morning, having breakfast at the inn. Shoving the errant thought aside, he plunged onward.
"Why would orphans be targeted at all?" Marcus asks. "If you're going to conduct a maneuver, the gains must justify the losses. Spending whatever effort and manpower was needed to abduct these children can't possibly be profitable. They're only -- they're orphans. If I had the resources at my disposal to run off with children kept in locked rooms without anyone noticing, I'd target the rich, the nobility, and hold them for ransom. But no ransom demand's been made here."
Still looking down at the paper, Marcus avoids making eye contact with the priestess, for fear of losing his train of thought. It's probably impolite of him to do so, but she's asked him for his help, so he's going to take the time to sort this all out in his head first, by the nine hells.
"And why re-lock the doors? Kidnappers are hardly the type to be concerned with the well-being of children," he says, shaking his head. "No, that to me implies an inside job. Either someone who works at the orphanage and has access to the keys, or a third party who interacts with the place often enough to know the ins and outs."
The locks are key to finding them. Why would the gods answer a priestess' prayer for knowledge with a riddle? Especially when children are involved? Marcus never could make sense of what gods want for their followers. But this thought he wisely keeps to himself, as he continues.
"And they're not working alone. They tipped their hand when they tried to have one of your acolytes roughed up," Marcus says, speaking more quickly as his thoughts tumble forth. "The Last Laugh is involved. Some sort of local gang, I presume. Whether they orchestrated the kidnappings or are just acting as hired thugs, they made it clear that there's at least some sort of conspiracy, and that evidence of some kind still resides at the orphanage. Why else would they threaten your man when he tried to head over there?"
Where precious life is bought with gold. "Getting back to motive, I suppose orphans could readily be sold into slavery, or worse," Marcus says, absently clutching the sheet of paper with both hands. "Deakon and Terrem; Evelyn and Lucinda. Two boys, and two girls. If there's slave trade here in Titan's Gate, and the Last Laugh have connections, then they may be using this orphanage as a source for victims. If that's so, then it likely won't be long until they use the same technique in other orphanages. There could be more at stake here than we know."
As silence descends, Marcus suddenly realizes how long he's been talking. Suddenly self-conscious, he finally lifts his head to meet Jenya's gaze.
"You... you've thought of all of this already, I'm sure," he says, feeling embarrassed. "As I said, this is not the sort of job I've been trained for." Still self-conscious, he apprehensively awaits the priestess' response.