It was almost ten when the vehicles pulled over and they climbed out along the side of the road. Franklin's instincts said to call Migina a final time, but he dismissed it. He'd talk to her when it was over with. She'd only make him promise again that he'd come back alive a promise he'd already made twice.

The rest of the guards were waiting, nervous eyes darting to the quiet fields around them, hands curled around various weapons, but there was no sign of the Execution ...