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"And what of it?" said Drulović with a shrug. "My life means so very little already."

"I said, shut up," said Salgado, the officer closest to Drulović. He looked at Andrijana. "Ma'am?"

"No one's stopping you from leaving, Ms. Takayama," said Andrijana, cold and business-like. "Don't let the door hit you on the way out." She shook her head at Salgado, throwing her shoulders back, and crossing her arms over her chest. "Not yet. Don't take her down to disciplinary just yet." Jonassaint, Salgado's counterpart, pressed the baton into Hokushin's back, forcing him to the floor, and then grabbed each of his arms, deftly cuffing them behind his back and conducting a quick pat-down. "He's a spy, Ms. Takayama. I do not permit criminal activity of any kind within this facility. Perhaps things are different on Niihama. Here, we do not extend special dispensation to members of our leaders' personal entourages."

Jonassaint was already radioing for backup. It took only a few seconds more for two other officers, who'd been at the other end of the hall, to arrive, hands on their batons, eyes rapidly scanning the room on high alert. "Remove the spy," said Andrijana, nodding at Hokushin. "Ms. Takayama, I suggest you leave now. Contact your embassy. Do whatever you like. But go." Drulović reached a hand for the folded letter from Kendra, when Salgado's baton slammed onto the table, an inch from her fingers. He snatched the letter, holding it up in front of Andrijana with a questioning look. "Give it to me," Andrijana said, holding out her hand for it.