19 - Halazar
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‘This is just the beginning of the consequences of what we did.’ Halazar injected a strong painkiller into Goa’s bloodstream.
Lying on Halazar’s desk, the centur held her wounded arm still with the other. ‘We should have killed him.’
Halazar sighed, worried about Goa’s recklessness and her lack of sense of responsibility. She didn’t reply to the younger recruit’s comment though. There was no more time to argue. ‘This is going to hurt,’ Halazar continued.
At the labour camp, she had learnt how to fix superficial wounds from a nurse imprisoned like herself. Later, when operating in the resistance, that training had saved several lives, including her own.
‘Go ahead. I can handle pain,’ Goa said, interrupting her thoughts.
Halazar pulled out the dagger, and G
