The sergeant of the arresting Eyes stepped forward and drew his blade. He turned it hilt-first toward the archon. “Stragos,” said Jean. “One last thing.” Locke turned toward him, and saw that he was smiling thinly. “I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my gods-damned life.” “I—” Stragos never finished his sentence, since the Eye sergeant suddenly drew back his sword arm and slammed the hilt of the weapon into the archon’s face.
