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A mercenary Gayane had hired, Sai handed Enaks leash to Natalie when Gayane pulled him to the side. Gayane was fuming, and she didn't care if Shepherd was nearby. 

"Sai, you were late again," Gayane said with weight on every word. "You fucking child of Aparan donkey. How are you still alive? Because of your big guns? Were you expecting an attack middle of the day in Erebuni?"

"Mistress, I don't know city streets so well," Sai answered like a child. "And I'm not a navigator. I shoot."

"Gods," Gayane whispered, "How the fuck you move around?"

"Subway," Sai answered. 

"Of course, our fearless Vahagnian warrior, who follows the heritage and tradition of thousand years, rides the subway," Gayane repeated. 

"Yes, Mistress." Sai answered. 

Naturally, the subway was the best method of transportation in Erebuni. The city was old, and the streets were narrow. There were too many cars, and traffic was always jammed. Gayane, who by herself was using a helicopter service for transportation, was angry with Sai for one big reason. Sai was a member of the brotherhood known as Vahagnians. They were a group of fearless mercenaries and infamous slavers whose history dated back over thousand years. Sai was a fresh member, and he had not collected his fortune yet. When he was not on assignment, he did small jobs. Despite his rookie status, Gayane expected fist class performance because he was a brotherhood member. They were never late.

"Go and fix the boy on the table. I need to talk with Shepherd." Gayane said. She was in a hurry to get back home. She didn't like the stinky slave hospital that was not the place for Mistress to visit. 

While they were talking, Shepherd had wandered inside the hospital room.