"What is our next move, sir?"
The boyish looking centurion lifted an apple to his lips and bit deep into the red fruit and waited for the older man to reply. Dressed in the common attire of a Greek peasant, the large-framed Quintus Flavius stood beside an open window of the small villa the older tribune owned on the Palatine. Big. Strong as a bull. Unassuming and likable. And intelligent. The key ingredient needed, the tribune believed firmly, to handle the delicate affair before them.
e-"We wait for Gnaeus" return," Decimus Julius Virilis answered, setting forward in the chair he occupied and reaching for an apple as well. "When our silent friend returns with news we will decide our next move. But very soon, my young friend, you and I must visit Tiberius and ascertain if he is cognizant
