I poured the bucket of water directly over me. My whole body quivered at the cold water. I was in one of the camp's makeshift bathing quarters—a narrow space made of wooden walls. There was a meager supply of water in the barrel. I used it carefully and thoughtfully. The only source of light I had was a small lantern dangling on the post.
As I lathered the soap on my arms and legs, I couldn't help but think about what Kei had said earlier. He had made a point that was impossible to deny for us. If we needed someone who knew much more about the enemy, it would be them.
