Radar [The Maad Series #1.5]

2| Dr. Willow.

Radar walked out of the portal and closed it with a flick of his wrist. He stood at the same spot Safari had laid when the masked culprits dragged Jasmine away. But in Safari's memories, the tent was empty.

Where did these people come from?

Injured men and women shared mattresses on the floor, filling the compact space. Bandages covered their bodies while they groaned and moaned in pain. Some begged for someone to end their misery, and others prayed for recovery.

Radar covered his nose with his hand, blocking the stench in the air. As he stared at the wounded, he noticed the blood-stained gray uniforms they wore. They were the colors of Slave City's militia.

Victims of war.

It was common for generals to offer gold and wounded soldiers for healthy slaves.

A dark skin woman with a round face, a broad forehead, and full lips entered the tent. She wore a long white coat, black pants, and white sterile gloves. In her hands was a small clay bowl and a rock. She spared Radar a glance when she passed him.

She must be a physician, Radar thought.

The physician went to a wounded girl at the corner of the room and crouched before her. The girl's uniform had lost its color, turning brown because of the dry blood covering it. The physician patted the girl's arm. The girl woke up, revealing the burn scar on the left side of her face.

The physician reached inside her coat and took out a purple leaf. She put it in the bowl, and then she used the rock to grind it into small pieces. White particles came out of the bowl as the physician kept grinding.

Magic, Radar thought. Dark magic. He smelt it in the air. It stank more than the stench in the tent.

The physician fed the leaf particles to the girl, and the girl's face healed, leaving behind a scar tissue on her left cheek.

"Eh, you can rest now," the physician said.

"Will I have to fight again?" the girl asked.

The physician patted the girl's head. "Eh, don't worry about that. Sleep and regain your strength. Alright?"

The girl smiled. "Alright." Then she laid down.

The physician stood and turned to Radar.

"You are a witch," Radar said once their eyes met. It didn't matter the gender or sex; witches were mages who used dark magic. "What is a witch doing in Slave City?"

The witch crossed her arms and stared at Radar from head to toe. "Eh, and you are?" she asked.

"I am looking for someone," Radar said.

"Eh, is that your name?" the witch asked.

Radar sighed. He hated a wannabe comedian. "I am Radar. You might have heard of me?"

"Eh, from who?"

Radar frowned. That line always worked. The moment he said his name, people cooperated with him without question. "I am looking for a woman."

"Eh, there many women in this city," she said.

Radar sighed. If this continued, then he wouldn't find Jasmine. He flicked his wrist twice, and two portals opened. One was behind the witch and the other beside her. Radar pushed the witch inside the portal behind her, and she came out of the side one.

"Eh!" The witch glanced around with wide eyes. "What happened?" The portals had vanished.

Radar sighed. "I do not have time for this." He placed his hand on the witch's forehead and planted Jasmine's image in her mind. "I am looking for her."