Before there is time to react to finding out that I am in the middle of a bounty pursuit, two figures enter the apartment, honestly, what is my security team doing at this time. I look at Taylor; he is in no condition to fight. Any sudden movements and he’ll be back in the sick bed. The other man looks familiar, as if I had seen him around the family compound from time to time. It is of little importance, for now I realize that the situation just became more precarious and very politically messy.

Yet, for the moment, I simply absorb all the bad news. It took a long moment and I am prepared to attempt to sort out what is happening. Taylor must have noticed my readiness to speak, when his grip on my hand tightens and he seems to pull me back into inaction.

“What’re you doing?” I whisper harshly.

“Keeping you alive.” He says simply. Taylor, in that, appears to have a greater understanding of what exactly is going on. for once, I take someone else’s advice and hang back,nervous at my loss of control.