The lieutenant gave Tavin an hour to surrender the disputed wagons.
He gave her the same answer he had given the evening before.
“They’re declared civilian freight. The keeper has the receiving contracts. You may inspect the crates with the owners’ agents. You may not turn my drivers into a hostage for your interpretation.”
The lieutenant looked at the line of carts.
“Those regulators can serve a military plant.”
“So can a kettle.”
“Captain.”
“Lieutenant.”
