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Message: <blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4918906" data-attributes="member: 3285">Gangs of Freeport: Part 6 – Off Their GuardPaulow had told Vlad that “Barnacle-Bottom” Bailey, the ghoul who had attacked him, was dealing with ssanu.  Every few days, some of Freeport’s gangs showed up to collect the juice.  Every few weeks, some of the serpents showed up to deliver more ingredients and give any new instructions.  Bailey was a message center between the different groups and gangs, and between the gangs and the serpents.But most telling of all were the papers.  Although some of them were badly scorched, Vlad was able to unearth stacks containing detailed guard routes and patrol schedules.  So Vlad went to the one person in the Guard whom he knew would believe him: Price Rurbach.Armed with Price’s patrol schedule, Vlad knew precisely where to meet him.  He met him with a patrol of five guards.“Price!” said Vlad with a smile.  “It’s good to see you.”Price paused and the Sea Lord’s Guard behind him stopped in place.  “Well wot ‘ave we ‘ere?  If it ain’t me old friend Vlad!  Last I heard, you was drownin’ in th’ sea!  Guess you turned up all right then, eh?”Vlad stepped forward out of the darkness. “You have no idea.  But we can catch up later, I’ve got something I need to show you.”“Wot’s that?” Price’s eyebrows shot up.  Vlad had forgotten how ugly the man was.  Vlad handed him the papers he found in Bailey’s ship.  “I retrieved these papers from a drug dealer named Barnacle-Bottom Bailey.  He’s been providing Ghoul Juice to the gangs; it’s how they’ve been avoiding the Sea Lord’s Guard.”Price scanned the papers.  His lips became a thin line.  “’ave you told anyone else about dis?”Vlad shook his head.“Good.  Ya did th’ right thing comin’ to me.”  The guards fanned out around Vlad.  “Unfortunately fer yew, that means we’re gonna have t’ silence ya right here.  Get ‘im boys.”It took a moment to register.  “Price?  You were working with Bailey all along?”“Not ‘xactly,” said Price with a shrug.  He drew two of his batons and whirled them about.  “Was givin’ ‘em to the snakes, and they was givin’ ‘em ter th’ rest.  But I guess it works out th’ same, yah.”With a roar, Vlad slammed his shield into Price’s chest.  Before Price could respond or his guards react, Vlad punched the man square in the nose.Price slammed into a wall and slid down it, blood dripping from his nose.  Vlad spun, blade at the ready.  “Anyone else?”The guards hesitated.  Then they turned and ran…only to run into another patrol.“You Vlad?” asked a gruff-looking sergeant.  Vlad nodded. “I see you got my note.” He grabbed Price by throat.  “Just in case you didn’t believe me, I sent a note to the Commissioner,” he said.  “Looks like he did.”The sergeant nodded.  “We’ll take him into custody.”Vlad cracked his knuckles.  “Not before I speak with him first.”</blockquote>

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