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that were pock marked with bullet holes, some even had giant holes in them and she suspected that was damage from a bomb or a grenade during the recent, brutal civil war Silaria had endured . 
    By the time he stopped walking, she was shaking so hard she thought she might fall on her face because her knees wouldn’t hold her up any longer.  They walked into a room, everyone following and Hussan took it all in stride, his efficiency at answering all of their questions and giving guidance lost on Isla because she was just too nervous about what he might do to her in the very near future. 
    “Enough!” Hussan called out and with one look, everyone cleared out of the room.
    Isla looked around, realized they were in a large office that definitely had seen better days.  The enormous desk was filled with files, neatly stacked along the perimeter and another rough table behind the desk was also filled with files and rolls of papers which looked like architectural plans. 
    The chairs in the office had once been gorgeous leather seats but someone had taken a knife to each of them and they were now taped with rough duct tape so one could sit on them without the springs or stuffing coming out .  Amazingly, they looked more comfortable than the hard, wooden chair that was behind the desk.  Even the lights overhead were broken with bare bulbs showing in some of them and an old, metal desk lamp as the main source of light.  The curtains were gone, the book shelves on one end of the room filled with yet more files and rolls.  She wasn’t sure what room this was, but it was barren and harsh. 
    “You’re El Hamin ,” she said as soon as they were alone , her voice cracking with her nervousness . 
    “How did you figure that out?” he asked as he leaned against the desk and crossed his arms over that massive chest, the muscles in his arms actually showing through the fabric of his suit. 
    “I’m not an idiot,” she snapped, and knew she should use a more deferential tone but something about this man just irritated her. 
    “I never thought that you were.”
    “So why did you try and fool me?”
    H e laughed softly and stood up , moving casually towards her while his eyes watched her features carefully.  Hussan was trying to gauge her mood, but since he didn’t know her well enough, he was n ’ t sure what her reaction to everything was at the moment .  “How did I try and fool you?  And when?”
    Isla gritted her teeth.  “That night in the village.   You pretended to be just a guard or police officer.”
    “I didn’t pretend to be anything.  I was on a night raid.  We were trying to capture the weapons dealers .  The same group of felons that your team was trying to work around.   It was a successful night, mostly because of your group, by the way.  Thank you for your tender ministrations as well.”  He was standing over her now, not giving her any room to breathe. 
    “If I’d known who you were, I wouldn’t have helped.”
    He watched her for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t think that’s true.”
    She bristled at his confident tone and tried to step back, but a piece of solid furniture was blocking her, keeping her in place.  “Why not?   You don’t think I’m capable of the same kind of cruelty that you use on your subjects?”
    He raised an eyebrow at her comment, but shook his head. “I think you’re a very soft hearted woman who would help anyone that needed your assistance, regardless of their political or criminal affiliation.”
    She squirmed at his response , wishing that she could claim that she chose sides just to contradict him .  But the truth was , her whole team was selected because of their lack of political associations .  She had create d a team that helped anyone in need as best they could.  There was t oo much violence in the world and she wanted to make a difference. 
    Her chin jutted out in defiance of his assumptions.  “I’m not soft hearted.”
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