Moments Later...
Arsalan came down the stairs, pacing himself, so the fellow behind could catch up to his strides. The soldiers saluted their General and paid less attention to the man walking behind him. His clothes looked a little baggy with that waist. They could not identify the person because he had his head and face wrapped up like the General.
"Why do I have to dress like this?" Stephanie patted down the puffy scarf around her face when they were finally seated in Arsalan's truck. Tonight, she was a man - the General's guard on duty.
"Let's just say it is inappropriate for my partner to be seen out at night, especially in a tavern."
"Even when I'm there with you?"
"Pretty much. Act naturally when we get there. But talk to no one. Not all of them speak good English."
"Mhm, I do
