The Roman commander, Scafious, knew that venturing into the canyon could place his men at a disadvantage if they were attacked, but there was no other... way past the cliffs, so the small army proceeded cautiously. A single scout had been sent ahead of the group. His name was Flavious, a young warrior who had yet to experience the taste of battle, yet possessed sharp eyes and a keen wit. He also served as their interpreter, and was fluent in sixteen languages and dialects. The young scout moved. Tears spilled down his cheeks as he blinked rapidly, trying to keep his vision clear as he drove through the streets of the little town that had somehow become home for him. It wasn't fair. While he couldn't remember his previous life, he somehow knew that what he'd stumbled into in Pembroke was better than anything he'd ever had before. Now that he had carved a niche for himself, it was all going to come undone.It was as he thought of these things, on his way home, that emotion overrode common. The dangers I feel are small explosive devices inside all the pipelines feeding the main pumping station,” I commed to Cooper.“Fuck,” he hissed in reply.Having determined what the smaller dangers were, I next checked on the second largest one. It, too, was an explosive in a pipeline, but the explosive was inside the pipe, attached to the wheel that could shut off the flow of oil going to Russia. It took a couple minutes to realize what I was looking at. “Someone rigged the shutoff gate to. After three years of using the slow dripping shower in the caravan, the pressure felt good. It had no trouble washing the dirt and stench from his body but done nothing to wash the images and feelings from his mind. All said and done Saim had been his friend for years. He knew what kind of man Saim was and how he lived his life, but what right did he possess to be judge, jury and executioner. He was a criminal too after all and had been for as long as he could remember, although not involved in.