A clamor arose as a group of tall, burly pirates in black and white striped shirts dragged a blood-soaked Richie out from inside.
An ugly expression crossed Charles's face as he pounded a stone wall. His man had been discovered.
"What do we do? Should we go rescue him?" Feierbahah asked Charles.
Before Charles could decide, the corpse-like Richie suddenly jerked his head up and roared hysterically, "Run! It's a trap! They've found us!"
At the sound of his voice, Charles tensed. His eyes quickly separated, independently scanning the surrounding crowd.
"There are two on the left! What about your side?" Richard's voice rang out.
"Run!" Charles kicked off the ground, bursting out of the crowd and dashing away. The other two, reacting a moment later, quickly followed.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Gunshots rang out continuously.
Amidst the gunfire, Charles and the others retreated swiftly.
CLANG! A bullet struck Charles's prosthetic, sending sparks flying.
