Tulano performed his solo martial arts practice as directed, attended another stuffy dinner as required. He left his Master’s bed just after 2400 and walked down to the holding cells. He took a deep breath as he entered; it was difficult for him to be in any place of confinement. The cages felt wretched to him.
As he expected, the guard was asleep in his chair, but he used a Mind command to make him sleep more deeply. There were no security cameras to disable, either. Zeltra wasn’t expecting trouble on this world. The cells were filled with sleeping prisoners; the air was a swirl of different snores, breathy gasps and flutters. The Grezan was at the end of the corridor, sleeping in a nest of sheets on the floor, partly under the cell’s hanging bed.
Tulano knelt at the bars, his hands on
