CHAPTER 8
CALDARThe comm unit pinned to the unconscious male blinked with an incoming message. If there came no response, the unit would issue an automatic alert. Caldar had a handful of minutes to prepare.
From a hidden pocket in his boots, he removed a small capsule. With a crack, he dumped the contents onto his head. The chemical powder neutralized the dye in his hair, returning it to his natural gray. It would be better for the Suhlik to find an older—and presumably harmless—male.
Without his jacket, his tattoos easily identified him as Mahdfel. The intricate symbols were more than decorative. They were a shared language. Long ago, the Suhlik branded their captive warriors. They were marks of shame and resentment. Once the Mahdfel seized their freedom, they turned the same branding
