He lifted the girl with his hands, sighing at the ridicule of his job. She had little dignity here, and would have been taken and treated like a slave for her lifetime, if she was ever captured. He smiled as a short tear broke from his eye. I saved someone, he thought, I broke my code, but it feels right. Surprised, he saw nobody in the area. It was deserted, not a single person in sight, nor were there any signs of people at work. Anxiety began to take over his mind as the lack of people at this hour made him feel suspicious. Nonetheless, he had no calendar with him, it could be another celebration. Pointless commemorations for things that have passed. Worthless. He arrived to the commotion, carrying the little girl over his shoulder.
Louis frowned at the sight of the slender man carrying an unconscious little girl. But he was proud, joy that hid behind the curtains of his rage. "What is this?!" he demanded.
"I found her unconscious. She must have been attacked before I came in." Lucas appealed.