Chapter Thirty-Three
While we had been sitting in the park, I had noticed groups of black clad people about. They had been too far away for me to see if they were Coldi, but I’d been reasonably sure that they were. I’d seen these types often enough to recognise them by the way they watched and observed, and always wore clothing that was slightly odd, usually in dark colours. Usually very sturdy, often too thick for the weather.
When discussing our plan last night, Sheydu had warned me we might need to ask for “assistance from others”. That they were from the Asto military went unspoken. But I had not imagined there to be so many military people. The only ones I had seen were the seven at the safe house in Los Angeles. There were more than seven. A lot more.
They walked around, strolling
