A buxom woman
sat in the shadow of the Pissing Puppy Statue just outside of Sentinel Cemetery
on the edge of the Forum Publicos. From her vantage point she could see the
heavy foot traffic going in and out of the forum shops while also maintaining
an ever watchful eye on the cemetery passage. She chewed her bottom lip as she
waited.
“I’ll never
understand why you’d risk a public meeting,” a man whispered as he sat down in
the shadows next to her.
“The bigger
risk is meeting you in private,” the woman answered. “You’re lucky I waited.”
“I had no
doubt that you would,” the Inquisitor laughed.
Ignoring his
laughter she asked, “do you have it?”
He sat a small
beige tote bag on the cement next to her, saying, “everything you need to start
over.”
