'Someone's following me!' Nekker, halfway through his tea, realized something was wrong. He kept feeling more than one pair of eyes sweeping over him, sizing him up from head to toe.
Nekker slapped his money on the table and stood up. Just as he expected, two men dressed like sans-culottes got up behind him.
This was the most prosperous street in the Royal Capital. What kind of sans-culottes could afford to sit and drink in a teahouse here?
Thankful for his pursuers' lack of professionalism, Nekker hailed a carriage for hire.
"Driver, to the Istani Embassy."
However, while it was easy to hail a carriage on the bustling street, it also meant the roads were congested. The carriage moved slowly. Seeing their target trying to flee, the plainclothes Security Team members immediately gave chase, breaking into a jog and closing the distance.
