Thread: Slave tracker (Foxy Lady and Lowblow Emma)

With Alice apparently sleeping peacefully, Hunter slipped quietly out of his lodging. News of the breakout had spread and everyone had been quick to understand the risks. The militia were already mustering in the square, locksmiths were busy with customers wanting to change the locks that secured their slaves and citizens were trying to hire bodyguards. In the distance, Hunter spotted the ostler sneaking down an alley. He hurried after him and reached the corner just in time to see him entering the low doorway of an inn. Hunter followed him cautiously, checking in case he was being observed. He passed the inn in the midst of a crowd of people and worked his way round via narrow passages until he was at the back of the inn. He was able to force a window and climb into a store room from which he was gained access to the corridor that led from the bar to the kitchens. At that time of day, no one was cooking so he was able to listen undisturbed. The ostler must have made a run for freedom before his mistress could enforce a lock down of her slaves. He was obviously addressing a meeting of slaves who were going to join the rebellion as soon as it began. Much of what he said was too faint for Hunter to hear, but he heard enough to learn that the leaders were holding a meeting in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the town. He caught a reference to Marcel, who must still be somewhere close and ready to come out of hiding to lead his fellow slaves in an attack on the town. As he returned as quickly as he could to his lodgings, the only thought in Hunters mind was how he could get to the warehouse unseen and capture Marcel. With the leader in custody, the rebellion would be sure to collapse. But he needed to find a ruse that would allow him to get close without being noticed. It was Alice who came up with the answer. Youll have to go in disguise, she said, and I know just the thing. Go dressed as a woman. After his experience with the thugs, this was the last thing Hunter wanted and he had the perfect way to avoid it. I couldnt take your clothes theyre all youve got. And I wouldnt fit into them anyway theyd be far too smile. Not my clothes, Alice laughed. Youd look silly. But your landlady is much larger than me. Shes bound to have something that would fit. And she did. Alice enjoyed watching as the landlady brought a selection of times and both woman leered openly at his body as he undressed. The sight of so masculine a man struggling into a tight dress made her want to smile, but she was still a slave and knew her place. It would not be right to laugh at a freeman, let alone someone like Hunter. Although he found a suitable dress, his feet were far too large for any womans shoes. So he set off barefoot. After a couple of calls, that raised a few eyebrows and caused some whistles of appreciation not all of them mocking he made his way through the back streets, carrying a basket containing his clothes and getting used to the unaccustomed feel of a skirt around his thighs and across his ass. There was no way he could pass as a woman close up, but from a distance he looked like any other woman of the town, out to get some provisions while it was still safe. Behind him, Alice struggled to keep close enough not to lose sight of him. She was not familiar with the layout of the town and dared not risk getting lost. Hunters attempts to walk like a woman took her mind off her own aches and pains. If Hunter was going to the warehouse and the ostler was going to be there, she didnt want to miss the chance to settle a score with him.