FORTY-THREE
THE PRINCE HAD ARRIVED.
Sultan replied to a question, sounding surprised as well. He was frozen just outside the doorway and I sensed him trying to shield me from advancing, but I knew my arm would already be in view to whoever would be watching from the other side.
“Diana, can you get it back on?” I whispered to her.
“Yes, yes—but you’re not out yet..!”
“I know. Just broadcast as wide as you can, okay?”
There would be no shooting out of this situation. No running away from this compound, no fighting through dozens of armed soldiers. I barely had a dozen rounds left in this pistol as it were, no body armor. Besides, ninety-nine percent of these guardsmen were good guys, doing their job, fulfilling a duty.
It was the guy that they were doing the duty for that was the prob
