"Don't make me regret it." Marcus's tone left no room for argument. "At least I'm not that heartless to kill harmless civilians."
The guard nodded frantically. "I won't say anything. I swear."
Vera and Mikael secured the three prisoners far enough from the road that they wouldn't be easily spotted. By the time they returned, the group was assembled and ready.
Six people in Ashfang uniforms standing around a supply cart. To any observer, they'd look like a legitimate patrol escort.
Marcus climbed into the driver's seat, taking the reins. He'd driven carts before in his previous life. The horses recognized the familiar weight and settled.
"Everyone ready?" He looked back at the group.
Nods all around. Liz sat beside him on the driver's bench. The others positioned themselves around the cart as guards would two flanking, two bringing up the rear.
"Papers ready." Mikael patted the red leather pouch containing their forged credentials. "Authorization seal intact."
