CHAPTER FIVE
"I have your first assignment, Quintus Flavius," the balding tribune said as they stood in one of the many narrow streets that bisected the bustling port city. "There is a ship's captain by the name of Caius Septimus. I want you to find him and question him. You will not find him receptive to any of your inquiries."
Decimus, Quintus Flavius, Gnaeus, and Rufus stood in a tight knot of men in the intersection of two streets crashing into each other. Around them the bustle of the city street moved back and forth with no one paying them the slightest heed. Vendors pushed their wheel carts slowly down the street hawking their wares. Children of all ages played in the streets. Old men huddled in small groups here and there in deep shades and solved the problems of the empire with
