We Sons Of Daley [Manhattan Blues]

Put it down somewhere gently and ask what she's doing?

You get the feeling you already know, seeing as the air is sparkling with GREEN LIGHT for a few seconds before she shouts a word you DON'T QUITE CATCH in a language you DON'T QUITE KNOW.

The air seems to fill with the scent of MOSS, and you slowly see the COLOR return to their faces.

"... Great. So you're the bandits' WITCH." You rub your eyes.

"My name is ALICE. And I work for ME," She says, a little annoyed. "And are you going to get rid of that bomb or would you like to bask in the RADIANCE OF MY PRESENCE a bit longer?"

Seeing as your cut JUST HEALED, you're inclined to the latter, but frankly you'd rather not have something you could SHAKE VIOLENTLY and GET AN EXPLOSION OUT OF. "Come with me, and we'll talk a little about who did this, see?"

"Yeah, sure, these jerks aren't going anywhere unless I spend more SOUL than I'm comfortable throwing at them." She shrugs.

"So. Who did this?"

"Dunno his name- not properly anyway. But most people call him REDCAP."

"Redcap? Doesn't sound that ba-" Wait. Waiiit. "You mean like those stupid GOBLIN THINGS that they used to talk about? Those don't EXIST."

"Redcap does. Just like the Ginnie. Living legends, flitting across the RUINS OF AMERICA."

"Quit talkin' TREASON. I'll pretend I didn't hear that."

"What-EVER. God. He's a sadistic little jerk. Loves setting up these traps. I'm SURPRISED you don't know about him. Isn't he like a MAJOR PUBLIC ENEMY?"

"Never been on any list I know of," you shrug. You almost regret shrugging.

You are now OUTSIDE. You are holding the BOMB. Might want to fix that soon.

BANDITS SLAIN 30/150
HOSTAGES RESCUED 5/???