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January 20, 5AG
Guard One slapped the table and roared with bravado. “Do you have any idea how many felonies you just admitted to? Illegal chipping. Evading troops. Multiple counts of unlawful transmission.” He turned toward his partner and laughed again. “I’m sure there are many more.”
Guard Two chuckled. “Five more at least.”
Synta stared straight ahead, her hands under the desk working the restraints. She squeezed her thumb as close to her palm as it would go, careful not to jangle the chains. “Look around you, dumbass. It doesn’t matter.”
Spittle flew from Guard One’s lips as he hurled insults at her. Synta’s opinion of his role as Top Guard Dog faltered each time he was so easily riled. No, he was merely a pawn. A dog on a leash.
She glanced over at Guard Two, who hadn’t bothered to move the entire interrogation. His dingy gray uniform, just a shade darker than the wall he leaned against, sported no chevrons or insignias. But that wasn’t much of an indicator. Synta doubted tassels were of the utmost importance anymore. Still, he lacked the air of authority it would take to run this two-bit operation.
Guard One broke her train of thought with another tirade that ended with a demand. “Move this along!”
“Hey, I was. You’re the one that stopped me.” She shot him a derisive eye twitch and began her story again, speaking even slower than before. As she did so, she let her mind wander around the sparse room.
Two landscape mirrors lined the walls beside her and behind her head. That’s where her target had to be. Watching from what they thought was a safe distance.