Post fight

Skunkworks

Wim let Alexis do the tying at hands and feet. He did the second thing he was good at, the first was complaining. He pulled all the weapons, and valuables from the assailants’ bodies. His hands moved as quickly and smoothly as a pick pocket.

With his “friends” he was very gently in how he handled them. He closed his eyes to keep from tearing up. He did not know what family they had. The anger boiled inside him.

“You know, you could have said you were not here to arrest me,” he said to Alexis as he started to strap his knives back on his arm and then put his shirt on. He tucked tied one the assailant daggers to his right arm and tucked the other into the front of his belt.

He threw a tarp over the wagon to keep it dry and another over the bodies to keep the birds from pecking at them.

The wheelbarrow worked well and he pushed it not wanting to have Alexis make him look bad. He wanted her to keep her hand on her sword.
Wim did let some tears fall as they walked in the rain, he was not a cold hearted killer. He was glad that it was not the Brewmaster.

He realized he was going to be scrubbing blood out of the Brewery’s new wood floor for weeks. He wanted to scream in rage. So he made a point of hitting every bump he could because he was a malicious bastard.