“Should we write up the woman?” asked one guard.
“What woman?” called the other. By the tone, Sabienn deduced the second guard was a little bit more experienced and world-weary. “By nightfall, she’ll be soup. Move it on to the coast.”
“So, this is double time?” called the first. “I need the cash.”
“Only reason I work the White Zone,” said the second. “Just keep your nose clean.”
Within a matter of minutes, the soldiers were gone, the charity was gone, and the group scene returned to the simple workers looking over the dead body of their good friend. They lived in the hope and happiness of eventually honouring her later by eating her. If his and his brothers’ lives weren’t in danger, Sabienn would have spared them a little sympathy.
Quickly Sabienn skirted around the orange cones place
