Three corpses dangled by ropes around their necks from the branches of the enormous border oak. Though rotted by time, the corpses still retained a mostly human shape, if you ignored the long tails. The breeze shifted. Carrion stench swept over the makeshift slave market.
Or, rather, the market of spies pretending to be slaves.
“Do they really think we're that stupid?” said Korus.
Psiris said, “They're expecting--”
“Dismount!” said Captain Nisin, suiting action to word.
The six men in the patrol meandered towards the market, leaving the two dogs guarding the horses at the top of the hill.
One of the slavers met them with open arms. “Good day, good sirs, and welcome. Are you looking for anything in particular? Oh, but I get ahead of myself. Come sit in the shade and allow us to display our wares.” The slaver led them to a tent with one side open.
"Here's a good one," said the slaver. "Tough, strong, women want him, men want to be him. Tell them your name."
"Bond," the muscular man hissed through clenched teeth. "James Bond."
Opening: Anonymous.....Continuation: khazar-khum