Andrew stretched his shoulders.
"...Well."
"That was fun."
The assassin remained unconscious.
One boot still rested on the head.
Andrew crouched beside the culprit.
Pulled a thick bundle of reinforced restraints from his belt.
"You're not gettin' away."
He tied both wrists.
Then both ankles.
Then added another layer.
And another.
Finally—
He wrapped thick rope around the entire body until the assassin resembled a cocoon.
"...Perfect."
He grabbed an old burlap sack.
Slipped it over the assassin's head.
Then effortlessly hoisted the body over one shoulder.
"...Light."
He began walking.
The streets were a mess.
Destroyed stalls.
Broken carts.
Splintered wooden beams.
Fruit scattered across the road.
Several civilians helped the injured.
City guards rushed to secure the area.
One merchant cried over the ruined food stand.
Andrew looked around.
"..."
"...Whatever."
He kept walking.
Someone else could handle the paperwork.
He had caught the assassin.
That was enough.
Word spread quickly.
"The assassin's been captured!"
"Andrew got them!"
"They're bringing them to the central prison!"
The news reached the training district within minutes.
Kai looked up from the training yard.
"...Already?"
Taai stopped lifting.
"...Andrew actually did it."
He placed the enormous weight back onto its rack.
"Let's go."
Kai nodded.
The two immediately headed toward the prison.
The central prison stood deep within Muscle City's administrative district.
Heavy stone walls.