The first thing the men at Circular Prime were going to do was follow the paths, and The Guide didn’t want them to be discovered within moments of their departure. “We need to go in the direction that seems as if there is no path,” The Guide said, and they went on their way through what were once fields, far away from the streets. When they were on their way and The Troll was able to think about his dilemma and come up with an approach, he finally said, “I don’t want any help doing this.” The Guide was taken aback and they walked side by side in silence for half an hour before he finally responded. “I think you will see is that there is going to be strength in numbers, assuming they don’t have Psi.” “I know, but I want to do this alone.” “Why not give me The Rainbow? We can split up and throw them off. If you do happen to get caught, I’ll get there.” “That’s convenient for you,” The Troll said. “I get killed. You don’t.” “You’re holding the single most valuable item that the resistance could possibly have.
