“While there are a few luxie pockets across the planet, they’re not a pervasive species, and Baxter is already attempting to pass them off as a manmade creature.” “Okay.” Foster’s hand jerked with another painful spasm, and he clamped his other hand on to it. “So what happens when we drop the bomb that it’s actually an alien?” Ezren took his hand in her firm grasp, massaging the pain from each finger in turn. “They would go under intense protection from the CIF, but there’s no guarantee that the CIF would honor the extraterrestrial code. They could easily override it in favor of humanitarian
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