When last we saw our protagonist:
“John,” I said, my voice trembling. “We need to bury the hatchet between us right now. We are doing exactly what Caesar wanted.”
“I know it,” he said. “I don’t know what I can do about the fear, but I will try to not let it rule me. Deal?”
I almost laughed. “Deal, but it’s a good thing we’re not in the same room,” I commented. “This is where we’d be tempted to shake hands.”
He stared at me for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Yes, We would.” A moment later, the smile left his face and he turned to where I knew Marc would be seated. “How many reports of changes?”
“Fifty-seven so far, and they keep coming in.”
John’s face went white. “I need to get off here now.” He looked back at me. “No offense.”
“None taken.”
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