Alannah was easily recognizable, bright red hair that when worn down instead of up in her normal wrap around braid, was down to her waist long and very curly, and she had hazel eyes. Her father had placed a generous reward out for her safe return home. Every day when she would go to the fish market to work she prayed that this would not be the day she would have to run again, her father's private "army" were crafty men. Having living with them most of her life, she could easily identify them by their hand-gestures, subtleties in their movements, the way they dressed - even when not in uniform, how they walked and carried themselves. A private guard from Ireland in a German market stood out like a Strudel in a basket of nuts.
Her few friends, most of them genuine Mädchen girls, who had lived for generations within the tunnels of Germany's greatest city Nuremberg were loyal to Alannah. From day one of Alannah being there, the swath of girls had sensed that she was in some sort of trouble, but none of them could fathom just how much trouble she was in. It wasn't until nearly three years after Alannah arrival in Germany when they would find out just how much trouble Alannah was really in.
Alannah closest friend was Kasey; Kasey was a very spirited sort who was much like the sister she never had. Kasey had short brown hair, and dark brown eyes, and despite her stocky build she was all muscle. Kasey's years of working gleaning fish has earned her the reputation of being a "Pitbull". So on Friday the 13th, Kasey was the one that spotted the two men snooping around the market, scrutinizing every female face they came upon, knocking over baskets of food and tables. Kasey, glanced over at Alannah, who was making fillets out of a rather large tuna, then she looked down at her fish, wiped her hands on her bloody apron and nudged Alannah in the ribs lightly in order to get her attention.
"Here now," Kasey said in fluent German "take a look at those two gorillas, don't you think they look out of place? If you ask me, I would say that they are up to no gut."
Having been in Germany for the last three years, Alannah had learned to speak and understand German quite well, which had made life much easier for Alannah. As she look up from her current project, her heart momentarily stopped beating and her hazel eyes opened wide. This was what she had been fearing from the moment she left her father's home five years ago, and now that she saw them she was left feeling weak and cold inside. No amount of preparation could prepare her for the reality of who was actually less than 200 feet in front of her. "I … I ….I think I'll just step out for a moment, if that is alright." She said with a low mumble.