Charles was momentarily stunned where he stood.
Yes, every criminal should legally be judged, but people like Muzareli hold powers beyond those of a judge—so who should judge them?
His gaze slid across the faces of Josh and the others: it was these most ordinary people, those with consciences.
He shook his head, momentarily unsure who was truly right, but deep down, the thought bubb up: "Cannot let the Secret Police catch them."
Josiah squared her shoulders once more, returning to her bold demeanor as she waved to her companions: "Let's go, let those Evil Dogs know what we're made of!"
Charles abruptly reached out to stop "him," then pulled his passport from his coat and handed it to Rosh: "You go negotiate with those Secret Police; just tell them everyone here is my entourage."
Rosh took the passport, about to urge the prince to reconsider, when a familiar voice rang out: "Mr. Charlie."
