Sylvester Sweet was impressed, but not surprised that both Klinghoffer and Willow offered up their services in trying to locate the bomb. What did surprise him was that Willow referred to him as “captain.” It seemed that the young man had finally agreed to the invitation he’d extended back then. But, between Willow’s injuries and the looming threat of detonation, Sylvester knew it was no time for celebration. Instead he nodded along to Klinghoffer’s plan and watched him run off towards his section of the museum.
“Stay inside the museum,” he advised Willow, “I’ll check the storage area and the canal, but before you leave for your part of the search, take this,” Sylvester handed the young man a sheer white handkerchief, “I got nothing to help you feel better, but I’ll be damned if you can’t look the part of a Six Barrel Pirate. Good luck, partner,” he tipped his hat with that and ran towards the storage area.
Crashing through the door, he scrambled about the small space, looking through lockers and under tables and every conceivable space to find the device that would destroy the impeccable figures of art and history. But, from just his rushed check, Sylvester couldn’t find anything that remotely resembled some sort of bomb. Checking through the last gray metal locker, he slammed the small door shut, disappointed with the results. Unfortunately, he couldn’t even spare the time to be frustrated. He sped out of the storage area and headed towards the exterior of the museum through an emergency exit.
But, still he nothing he could see looked unnatural or explosive. However, something did manage to catch his eye all the same. Coming across the canal was a small raft, pulled along by two feisty looking yagara bulls. A bulky man was holding onto their leather reigns while a pair of workers behind them worked to tie down some crates onto the meager vessel. But, sitting on top of the cargo was a slender woman, whose bright eyes met Sylvester’s for only a moment. She looked a bit timid, like the woman was holding back from saying something.
“It’s all tied down, Ms. Dufort! We’re good to go!”
The worker waited for a response, but Sylvester finally realized from where he remembered seeing that woman. It was Aya Dufort, the organizer of Pumpkin Sabbath, making her getaway through the canals of Water 7.
“Stay inside the museum,” he advised Willow, “I’ll check the storage area and the canal, but before you leave for your part of the search, take this,” Sylvester handed the young man a sheer white handkerchief, “I got nothing to help you feel better, but I’ll be damned if you can’t look the part of a Six Barrel Pirate. Good luck, partner,” he tipped his hat with that and ran towards the storage area.
Crashing through the door, he scrambled about the small space, looking through lockers and under tables and every conceivable space to find the device that would destroy the impeccable figures of art and history. But, from just his rushed check, Sylvester couldn’t find anything that remotely resembled some sort of bomb. Checking through the last gray metal locker, he slammed the small door shut, disappointed with the results. Unfortunately, he couldn’t even spare the time to be frustrated. He sped out of the storage area and headed towards the exterior of the museum through an emergency exit.
But, still he nothing he could see looked unnatural or explosive. However, something did manage to catch his eye all the same. Coming across the canal was a small raft, pulled along by two feisty looking yagara bulls. A bulky man was holding onto their leather reigns while a pair of workers behind them worked to tie down some crates onto the meager vessel. But, sitting on top of the cargo was a slender woman, whose bright eyes met Sylvester’s for only a moment. She looked a bit timid, like the woman was holding back from saying something.
“It’s all tied down, Ms. Dufort! We’re good to go!”
The worker waited for a response, but Sylvester finally realized from where he remembered seeing that woman. It was Aya Dufort, the organizer of Pumpkin Sabbath, making her getaway through the canals of Water 7.