Considering all that had happened, Alex was inclined to believe that he was being led by the nose by the ones Ulysses called the Three Ring Bazaar.
Of course, though he felt that his guess was spot on, it brought about a very important question.
Why did they go through such a convoluted method to get his help in fleeing the city?... Why did they rob him in the first place and most importantly, how did they find out about him to even conceive such a plan?
The questions continued to mount, leaving him with two options.
It was either he got to the bottom of the current situation or he let things continue the way he'd planned.
One promised to be a time-wasting venture, while the other, though dangerous, seemed quicker.
After much thought, he muttered. "We'll let things be."
"But they stole from us," Ana grumbled with Alex replying.
"I know."
"So we'll just let them go?"
