“We could get a spark from connecting the wires…” Dalia suggests doubtfully. Tirad still doesn’t think its practical enough. How can they cut the wires? With their teeth? And even if they do, as soon as the wires connect, the power will shut down and they will have no spark. Such sparks are not enough to set these moist papers on fire. They have only one way: to fight their way out.

“Mart doesn’t want me killed yet… We can fight. We should start from the guard behind the door…” Tirad explains, and Dalia agrees saying she will do whatever is needed. They hear a noise from behind the door. They both become silent. The door opens and Akhgar and Mart enter with two guards. Akhgar looks at Tirad but doesn’t seem to see Dalia at all. Mart has something in his hands, papers that he waves in Tirad’s face. The guard becomes aware of the unlocked chains lying by the door, he picks them up. He wants to chain them again but Mart has a more exciting show to perform. The guard stands by the door with the chains in his hands.

“I found these in your bag…” Mart says to Tirad and then turns to Akhgar, laughing aloud. His face is red and from his shaking legs and his wild laughs; it is clear that he is drunk. Every year or every two year, the Saviour Ship manages to get hold of wine for their dry season festivities. Most disciples drink as much as they can until they pass out. Usually, the next morning after the feasts is spent on hangovers and all the meetings and classes are cancelled. The poor maids spend the whole day cleaning vomit from all over the corridors and cabins. Tirad had drank with them once. But the terrible headache and the nausea had taken away any pleasure the wine was supposed to give him. He always has stomach problems as it is and can’t take more nausea and cramps. Yet Mart seems to have enjoyed himself in tonight’s party, drinking as much as he could.

“What did you think you could achieve with these nonsense pages? Huh?” Mart says sneering. Akhgar approves him. He seems too drunk to be able to keep his eyes open and speak. He whispers something in Mart’s ears and leaves with one of the guards. Mart stands in front of Tirad and takes a lighter out of his yellow robe pocket. He starts torching one of Hurmaz’s document pages. When the paper burns to ashes, he is careful to put out the flame and crush the ashes under his feet. The smell of burning paper fills the air, the stench of fire that Tirad hates so much. But he tries to focus on the lighter.

“Of course, it doesn’t matter to you! Tell me where you’ve hid the original copy!” Mart asks furiously. Tirad says this was all he had and he has no idea where the original documents are. Mart torches another paper, this time a picture of Lealy drawn by Tirad’s hand. Tirad gives a signal to Dalia and she leaps over to Mart biting his arm, right where his Saviour tattoo is. Mart drops the lighter and shouts. Dalia quickly shoots the lighter to the corner of the cabin with his foot before the guard kicks her in her stomach. The blood from Dalia’s bite spills on the papers in Mart’s hand. He walks to the door furiously.