Janx materialized in the shadowed alleyway and took a moment to evaluate this most recent development. On a purely theoretical basis, he supposed he should feel badly for abandoning Talanda but he fought down the urge to do so.
Janx liked to think one of the things that had made him such a successful field operative was his ability to banish emotions and work in a thoroughly detached and dispassionately analytical manner. In all fairness, she should have realized, by assisting him, she’d violated the Universal Law: no good deed can go long unpunished.
The Council had, it seemed, dispatched an entire Harpy Squad to bring them into custody and the hellishly beautiful harridans had descended on them with brutal efficiency.
Recognizing the greater threat Talanda posed, they’d focused their attack on her permitting Janx to flee relatively unhindered. Never one to overlook an opportunity, he assumed Talanda would understand.