Crimson Rose

by Joff

Hector Travik, Obsidian Guardsman, clambered up the last few stairs and came face to face with a face he didn't recognise.

This must be the Crimson Rose. At last, glory for Travik!

“He leapt from the window!” cried the face.

Travik stared.

“It's me, Councillor Wincham! Can't you see I'm using Reflection to show you the face of the man you must catch. Hurry now, he's getting away.”

Not fancying the drop from the window, Travik panted raggedly back down the stairs.

The Crimson Rose raised his very own eyebrow, and when the footsteps faded, chuckled merrily and slipped away.