My thoughts turned to Quasimo today. No doubt prompted by our new surroundings.
Tomas and Mr Kagi have ensconced us in a palatial villa very much like the one in which Quasimo had us pause for a meal on our way out of Babylon, not long after Stan thought he had eliminated Elijah and myself.
To get to it they led us by immense holding pens in which many loyal citizens of the world government had been incarcerated. The stench from within was horrific.
Apathy and neglect can be as deadly as overt hostility.
Tomas no sooner had left when he returned with another guest in tow. Quasimo’s cousin.
She had been sent from the hiding place to retrieve us.