M/M Dialogue - A harrowing walk leads to a new discovery...
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Mei amicus males? Asked. The enemy. Of my enemy. Is my friend. The men on either side of me eliminated any means of escape. Forceful and persistent, but not vicious. They weren't like amuses other street thugs, the ones I had been following. These two steered me down the street with the practiced ease of professionals, definitely directing me through crowds and around obstacles. They accomplished this with an iron grip and completely relaxed faces. I doubted anyone at all noticed my plight. If they did, they showed no sign. Had these men wanted to move Emilia through the streets of Rome against her will, they certainly could have. I had been so naive and so lucky. It needed some time before I could push the panic down enough to speak. Who are you? Where are you taking me? My voice was surprisingly steady, given I was about to be killed. But neither man responded. I drew a deep breath in preparation for shouting. When the man on the left backhanded me hard in the abdomen, knocking the air from my lungs. Please be still, sir, We don't want to hurt you, but we will deliver you to our master, preferably conscious for your sake. My breathing had just returned to normal when we took another turn, I recognized the street. This wasn't the docks or the street that led to the apartment, as I had feared. It was the street I had taken only the day before. Just down to the right I could see the graceful house of Quintus Fabius sanga. No que of clients waited outside today. When we approached the entrance the gatekeeper moved aside, and we passed through the vestibule, right foot first. The gatekeeper scolded as we entered. Please be seated, sir. The man on my left said, releasing my arm. Once we had entered the atrium I sat so completely confused I could scarcely do otherwise. As the two men withdrew to the edge of the atrium, Sanga entered. He smiled at me, and took a seat in the chair opposite. I'm sorry that I brought you here in the manner I did. But these are extraordinary times that demand extraordinary measures. I hope you weren't injured. My head was spinning. No, I'm fine. Meeting his eyes was difficult for me. His expression was not unkind, but it was accused native. He leaned forward. What is your relationship with Quintus Anya's kilo? Why were you following our sister hostel? Use Narcisse to hostile. Ius I don't know who that is. He looked exasperated. Narcisse, a hostile. Ius. The woman who works at a news quirinal hill apartments. The woman who runs his informers? The woman you were following? I've never heard her name. I just knew she worked for a news. Then something occurred to me. Your men. They weren't following me, were they? They were following her? Yes, they were following her. But why, then, were you following her When I saw you speaking with an use at the forum. I thought you were one of his men, perhaps out of necessity because of debt. But one of his men. Nevertheless. Now he has called for your death. And here we discover you secretly following his people. My attention to his words stalled at called for your death. My breath caught and I swallowed. He wants me dead. My voice broke. I had realized such a possibility existed, but only abstractly. Until now Sanga sat back and his face relaxed. He reached out and lightly squeezed my forearm. Yes, he has put out a call for your death. Any drunken thug with a dagger may try to collect. Perhaps you should tell me how this came to be. How could I tell him? How could I trust him? But how could I not? He clearly didn't like anya's and I was way over my head and out of options. I will need to start at the beginning. I have always found that a suitable place to begin. I told him of my family's loans from *** escargot nia's and how a news had promised to pay my father for delivering messages. What sort of messages he interrupted. I told him of my father's murder and the cipher he was carrying, Sanga let out a long breath. We discovered some insight. Offered messages to I would give anything to know what they say. We Oh, I deciphered it and read it. I said before thinking much about it. Santa's mouth dropped open and his eyes grew wide. He swallowed. You deciphered it. How I told him how I had counted the letters in the cipher to make a drawing of how they were used and did the same for regular latin text. The drawings all had the same shape, but the cipher shape was shifted down by three from that of the regular latin text. So to read the cipher, I just had to shift all the letters down by three. The cipher D. Becomes an A. A cipher, E. Becomes A B. And so on. He was silent at 1st. Do you remember what it said? Oh, I never forget anything. I read. The message wasn't signed or addressed and it commanded the reader to seize power by force of arms in a night attack on the calendar of november. It also gave details on how to access the city, what buildings to destroy and who to kill and that they were to hold the town until others could join them. Sanga was silent again this time much longer than before. Finally he said, why didn't you tell anyone about what you had found? Surely you realized its importance. I didn't decipher the message until the fourth, three days after the attack was to have taken place and I hadn't heard of any attack on a nest. So I dismissed it as someone's strange fantasy. A joke. Not until I arrived in Rome did I learn of the Catalin business and how they fit in. I looked down also. I was worried that if I told anyone they would think me a part of the conspiracy and wouldn't believe me when I told them how I came to know. Would you have believed me? Sonya nodded more to himself than to reassure me. Why did you come to Rome to True Via Sous? As I said, to secure a loan, I looked up at him and to discover who killed my father and why? I now know Anya's had him killed. Because my father was trying to find out more about the message. He was to carry and use all but told me that when I met him in the form, but I don't have any proof. I was following the woman. Uh, Narcisse to to find evidence linking a news to father's murder again. Sanga was quiet for some time. I'm sorry, Petronius. You will never discover any evidence to link Anya's to the death of your father is too clever for that. He paused and leaned forward again. And you need to stop following his people and remain out of sight. He will have you killed. Murder is one of the very few skills in which he excels. I shook my head. I can't just hide. If I don't find alone, my family will lose our home. We'll lose everything. Would you rather lose your home or your life and your home? Think about it for true pius Sanga looked over at the two men who had brought me here and had stood waiting for his command ****** for trivia is back to where he is staying and make sure he is safe, treat him well.