Trent started forward when they put the handcuffs on, but I stopped him with a strong grip on his arm. In many ways we had become deeply bonded as friends. Surviving Siberia together can do that. He listened to the negative shake of my head and the intenseness of my gaze and let them lead Deshavi away. We watched the cars disappear down the street, until they were out of sight.
Trent shook off my grasp and turned to face me hotly, "If you think I rescued her from a Siberian death camp only to watch her rot in our joke of a penitentiary system you're wrong!"
"No one is suggesting that!" I replied in kind. I went on to explain, "This is another whole ballgame, with a whole different set of rules to play by! We can't just write our own way here Trent, as we did in Siberia!"
Ella grasped a hold of her son, "Listen to him Trent!"
Trent looked from her to me the muscles of his face working hard, "You have a plan in mind?" He asked in a measured tone.
"I have to make a phone call."
I pulled a cell phone free of my pocket and dialed the number I was beginning to know by heart.
"Chantry its Shalako. I need to redeem my last favor."
There was a pause on the other end of the line before Chantry asked, "Not Siberia again I hope?"
"No something more local this time."
"I'm having my pilot redirect even now. I'll be there in a few hours."
"Thank you Chantry."
"Don't mention it."