Pain Is Weakness for Ezra

[Gemma Lavorre-Dosal]

"Pain Is Weakness" 

Tag ~ Ezra Huntington ~ 

[Ezra Huntington]

Tag: Gemma Lavorre-Dosal

you can run

BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

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17. out in the cold without warm clothes.

The one good thing about patrolling on such a cold night . . . was that no one wished to join him. The Magistrate often encouraged pairings for safety's sake, but for Ezra . . . the reason was more specific in to help with his, personable skills. There were a couple Bow Street Runners who Hunt had to admit he did not mind the company of, but then there were those who talked incessantly and asked too many questions, over eager to impress and obtain knowledge. But experience was often the best teacher so Hunt would have to tell them to be quiet and keep an eye out. But fortunately tonight, there was no need to talk . . . to anyone. Remaining focused and observant on the task at hand. Though, it did seem to be a quiet night indeed. He was stationed in the city, the social season having brought nobles back into London and the crowd that came with it, not always an honorable one.

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Temptation for criminals was at its peak, and the Bow Street Runners required the utmost diligent to prevent, stop, or bring a crime a to justice. As he made his way up and down the vacant street, he heard the sound of footsteps in the distance. They were light, and it sounded like only one person. The hour was late so it was odd that anyone would find themselves alone in this area. It did not take long for the source of it to be seen; a young woman who was not dressed adequately for the cold air this night brought with it. Curious, and suspicious as to what brought her here, in such a state, Ezra began to move towards her. "What are you doing here?" He asked, his voice calm, lacking accusation but holding a natural air of authority that required answer. Now whether she would comply or not, was an entirely different matter.