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Jaantzen
Jaantzen doesn’t like waiting, and something feels wrong in this night. The man in the back of the van, Jaantzen wonders what he’d say if he could be asked — whether he knew who he was waiting for, or if he’d merely been given a routine task with no explanation.
And what if Nayar hadn’t wanted him, Jaantzen, to be able to ask anything? The thought whips through his brain like a flash at the corner of his vision: fleeting, yet leaving an uncomfortable smudge of uncertainty in the spot where it had been. He glances over. She’s looking out into the darkness, forehead creased in thought.
“How do we know they’ll bring the girl here,” he says. He doesn’t like all this uncertainty. Doesn’t like being surrounded by Alliance soldiers. Doesn’t like being at the mercy of Coeur’s siste
