63: Brice
Brice
Fen’s lattice opened every door she came to.
Brice ran tight behind her. She didn’t talk beyond an occasional ‘down here’ when they came to a junction. She moved off before he had time to respond. All he could do was follow.
Their bare feet slapped on the cold stone floor. They each held a g*n. And while Fen ignored Brice, she kept up a constant dialogue with Macklyn.
Macklyn sussed.
So she knew that medic’s name. Brice reckoned she knew the other as well, and the guard.
A set-up, all part of the plan.
“Where we headed?” He panted out the words, even though he wasn’t out of breath, could keep up this speed for hours.
“Out.”
“Don’t recognise this.”
“Why would you?”
Because he’d been brought down to the cells from outside. He’d had a cloth over his head, arms boun
