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immortale March 16 2011, 00:04:36 UTC
Yesterday? It had happened that fast? The guards-the military?-really seemed to be throwing their weight around like they were guaranteed to get their way, so Firo would have thought that they'd been in charge for longer than a day...

Then again, he thought, throwing another sidelong glance at their guns, they've got ways of making sure they're obeyed. Most people wouldn't want to get shot.

When the warden dismissed them, Firo set the brush aside and stood up, dusting off his pants, which were now sporting wet spots at the knees where he'd gotten too close to the wet floor. He wasn't sure where the courtyard was supposed to be, but-between Peter's words and the soldiers hurrying every which way to escort prisoners-he figured that wasn't going to be a problem for long.

"Thanks for the advice, Peter," he said. In spite of himself, he had started quickly believing that there was at least a chance everything Peter had said was true-no matter how crazy some of it had sounded. "I'll keep that in mind."

A moment later, two guards strode forward (one of them the soldier from earlier), one heading for each of them. Firo gave Peter one last look and a brief wave before following the soldier he recognized.

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