The sub-machine gun she found pointed at her persuaded her to raise her hands in surrender. Still, her eyes flashed, as she was led into the room where the spies and traitors were gathered. There, the leader, William Gwynn, waited for her, smiling.
"We meet again." He stepped forward. "You know, I never expected to see you again. I was sure you were dead."
"Well, you were wrong, weren't you?" she glared at him defiantly.
"I wonder..." the lecturer shook his head. "The body is the same, but the manner is different, more immature. Can it be that another is using the name and reputation of Sparrowhawk, knowing that I would be drawn to her, that I would have to meet her, to know that she was dead?"
"You are not wrong, William Gwynn." A deep, chilling voice spoke from the shadows. "But it will do you no good. You have already signed your death warrant. All that remains for you is justice."