We left the building, a tight group of heavily armed people. Thayu walked next to me, Nicha on my other side. Deyu and Reida were in front of us, and Sheydu and Veyada behind us. Evi was at the very front and Telaris at the back. It was a perfect unit, even in Coldi eyes. Sleek, symmetrical, a full association with two extra guards, a configuration Ezhya would use often.
We definitely weren’t going towards the station. We weren’t going to the water taxis either. I asked Thayu about that.
“Too risky,” she said. “You never know how reliable the drivers are. Any who come to the gamra island might well be paid for information about who they picked up, where, and where they were taken. We’re doing something different today.”
I was wondering what that “something different” could be because it
