Sovon stood and stared at the transport door for some time after it closed. Memories of his own time posing as a prisoner returned strongly. Shaking them off, he turned towards where two of his men held the woman. She was still struggling, futile though it was.
“Keep away from me!” she spat as he stepped closer. “Don’t touch me!”
“Dew sun echo twenty-nine achton mirror fifteen hundred and twelve,” he said.
The woman immediately stopped struggling, and instead started to smile.
“Was starting to think I was in trouble,” she said in a completely different voice. Now she sounded self controlled and relaxed. “I’m Tia.”
“Sovon,” replied Sovon, giving his cover name. He knew Tia wouldn’t be her real name, either. Real names were a luxury people like them couldn’t afford.
“Safe?” she
