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43England, United Kingdom, 6 July 2014
"It is time."
Karim Abdul stood inside the cell. Instead of food the imam brought clothes, neatly folded.
Harlan Cole took the proffered clothes. Abdul turned while he slipped into the shirt and fatigues. Ayaz Shariya greeted the imam when he turned around.
"Perfect."
It felt familiar. It was the same attire he"d worn at Piccadilly. His hands though… he regarded them.
The imam caught on. "It"s in the car. Come."
Shariya followed Abdul. A short corridor led to a door. Dirty yellow lights barely lit the narrow way. Abdul produced keys, unlocked the door, and Shariya stepped outside for the first time in several months. No, jail recreation time did not count as outside. He looked over his shoulder at the building that had been his shelter for
