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But then the opposite door clicked open, and another guard led Gareth’s client into the room

The last tier Guide had been in his late teens Blond hair, too-dark-to-be-tan skin, slightly slanted eyes all topped off with a British accent and a talent for being ruthless Silver had achieved control of the ele Gareth himself

Silver had no fan-, that he’d fail or crumble in the line of duty That he’d abandon his task of killing pure Elementals

Silver proved the each mission without complaint or unnecessary mess

He’d done well

But noas in an orange jumpsuit, wrists and ankles shackled to a chain that trailed froled and scarred, but whatever injury had caused it had left enough wrist to keep him restrained He was thin, too thin, and Gareth al a sandwich

If Silver was surprised to see Gareth, he didn’t let it show He dropped into the chair when the guard gave him a shove

Gareth glanced up, realizing he needed to keep up appearances, at least for a little while longer He half rose fro his tie as he addressed the officers “Thank you, gentle”

One of the guards gave hi courtly bow on his way out “By all hed

Then the door slammed

Silver’s eyes lifted frolance at the door and kept his voice down “Gareth It’s been a long ti well”

“I wish I could say the same”

Silver glanced at his wrist, his eyes darkening The chains jin-gled as he ain” He paused “I began to wonder whether they’d send someone”

“Of course” Gareth s in a cell”

“Do we have a plan?”