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Paranoia started to rage within Harrys head, it was second guessing, shivers down the spine and constant looking over the shoulders that kept a man alive down in the depths.

Looking at the tunnels or the market ahead of them, an area full of crowds would provide ambush opportunities but it also provided any opponents with obstacles and even enemies.

Or they could take the tunnels, meet their enemy head on or would they!, would they instead be overwhelmed in some dark corner.
He was a big creature so the Sheriff wouldn't send a couple of cut throats, no their attack would either be to catch Lance apart from Harry or to ambush the pair enmass.

Bearing in mind that he probably wouldn't leave Lance, the latter would probably be the the route.

Neither choice was particularly palatable, in his mind a great big grandfather clock chimed, 'Times ticking Harry' he thought to himself,
with that he pushed lance into the market and into the throng of Gamma traders and shoppers.

The smell of cooking food and unwashed bodies assailed Harry’s nostrils as he forced his way through the subterranean markets crowd as Lance followed closely behind him. The steam from the cooking stoves swirled around, as the babble and tumult of traders and customers alike rose and fell like insects in a rain forest. Gaslights flickered from makeshift chandeliers bolted to the dank walls that spluttered and added their naptha smell to the reek, as the crowd buffeted and undulated like waves on a sea boat.

However, even with these distractions Harry scanned the crowds for danger with a brutal intensity.

Spot of 13

I need to work out where the nearest exit points from the sewers are. Preferably one that is not used very often (if at all).

Area Knowledge of 24

It would be unwise just to go home!

There were any number of routes out of the market, smaller access tunnels in the upper chambers and ceiling, subterranean rail lines to the north side, sewer and outlet tunnels flowing back toward into the Thames and various exits back into the warren.

The question was more which would not be watched, perhaps its was Lacotte's paranoia, however it looked like the word was already out.
People generally gave him a wide fearful berth, however it was the wary scowls the assembled throng of gammas and sewer folk gave Lance that warned that the hunt was on!

'Aht of my way chaps' he growled with a menace that travelled even though he kept his voice even as he started to move quickly through the throng, gently moving people out of his way as he weighed up his options. 'No one needs to get hurt by my hand today'.

'Stay close Lance' he said as he squinted in all directions for interceptors. 'Can yer swim?' he asked.

'As soon as we're clear, they'll try and pop us.' he thought grimly.

<Does Harry know if any of the traders he knows (maybe for good or bad) may have a hidden weapon in their stalls? Preferably a gun?>

<Perception 17>

<Streetwise Roll?>

Lance frowned slightly "I can splash arand" he replied a note of concern in his voice.

'That will have to do I reckon' he muttered grimly. As he scanned the stalls intently.

<Streetwise of 12>

Harry Lacotte wrote:<Streetwise of 12>

Scanning every face covered with a scarf, every furtive figure, every suspicious stare Harry swept the stalls before his gaze settled upon a reassuringly familiar face 'Norse', a large Norwegian bear of a man not far in stature than Harry, although far more rotund.

His stall ladened with smoked fish and smoked gator rats, the urchins warily surveyed the yellow carcasses but each refrained from half inching one, instead screwing their noses, Norse discouraged any further thoughts with a firm chop of his cleaver.

Quickly greeting Norse with a nod, wink and a grim smile Harry pulled out a sheaf of notes and placed them on his stall.

'Let me have the special of the day Norse' he said softly to the man. 'Make sure that its well wrapped if you please'.

On top of the notes, he tapped his thumb and forefinger, with his other fingers clenched.

'I'm eating on the fly today!' he grunted. 'Get the lad a rat kebab' he gestured at Lance with his other hand.

<Spot Roll?>