Chapter 10: Highway to Hell
Corvo stepped closer to the monument. The man in chains lifted his head slightly, voice barely above a whisper at first, then steadier, louder as if testing the air again.
“What a sight you are in that mask....I know who you are and what you’re here to do, don't worry. And...I can help,” Martin said flatly. The man paused, then added, “Unlock me and I’ll buy you a drink in a couple of days. By the Void, I’ll buy you a hundred drinks.”
Corvo didn’t answer. He studied the man for a few seconds, unreadable behind the mask. Then, without warning, he brought his boot down on the metal lever embedded in the stones. The impact rang sharply through the street. The lever bent under the force, nearly twisting in half before the mechanism finally gave way. The lock snapped open.
Martin collapsed forward as the collar released, hitting the ground with a dull thud. He glanced at the ruined lever, a brief look of understanding and acknowledging Corvo's strength crossing his face, then pushed himself up slowly, groaning as he straightened.
“Feels good to stand up straight,” he said, rolling his shoulders. “Thank you, Corvo.”
He took a breath, then went on, more serious now. “What you’re here to do tonight is of the highest importance, I believe you know it. We’ve got to find Emily, so kill Campbell and make it quick. I don’t know if Havelock mentioned it, but once it’s done, search his body for the journal—his notorious black book—and get out of there. Campbell is meeting with a guard named Curnow as we speak, and word from my informant is that Campbell is going to poison him. Maybe you can use that to your advantage.”
“Will do,” Corvo said simply.
Martin nodded. “Alright. I won’t be of any help here, so I’ll make my own way back to the Hound Pits Pub. If I see Samuel, I’ll tell him to pick you up in the backyard, behind the Office of the High Overseer. May all the spirits guide you.”
He turned and began walking away, his steps uneven but determined. Corvo gave a short nod and didn’t look back. His attention was already on the office ahead, the final stretch of the night drawing closer.
Corvo moved behind the monument, letting its bulk swallow him from view, and the street opened into something far more severe. Ahead stood the great gates. This was the line. The point where Dunwall ended and the Overseers’ territory began.