Sunday, April 29, 2007

A letter and a suspicious lieutenant

Zoe crept inside and closed the door behind her with a barely discernible thump. Dropping into a crouch, she eased her way down the hall, glad for the cover of the shadows. She held her breath and listened intently, positioning herself just outside the doorframe. Cautiously she glanced into the room.

Tancred contemptuously shook off the hold of the man who restrained him and took a slight step forward, crossing his arms. “Who your spokesman?” he questioned loudly, scanning the men around him with ice-cold eyes. “What is the meaning of this intrusion?”

“You might call me the spokesman,” one of the men replied, stepping forward and staring directly at Tancred. “You may address me as Lieutenant Montel.”


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