“Hidayatullah al-Hemyari,” Hidayat murmured. “. . . Call me Hidayat. I ran errands for a terrorist group a few months ago but uh, allegedly I’m. . . the Ultimate Cultist.”
“Ah, yes, if you please!” Isaac replied. “Hanna, huh? Ah, they call me Isaac!” He laughed. “You seem like a nice girl, you know?”
Hidayat stared at them from the corner of his eye.
In the corner, Evlo sat sulking. “Ultimate Public Speaker,” he muttered. “Why take the blow for him, you idiot?! He wanted to kill me!”