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.