The Cleopatra Gambit
The barbarian gladiator steps toward your prone body¸ muscles tensed in anticipation of the coming deathstroke. He thrusts at your throat as you roll left¸ his blade slashing at you. In the arena seats above¸ a bored aristocrat fingers a Time Corps communicator--your communicator¸ a technology not-of-this-time¸ which he must not keep. This mission felt wrong from the start. Donning human form¸ Demoreans assassinated Cleopatra--or did they? Danger and false turns about in The Cleopatra Gambit.