“You,” he began, but had to swallow even though his throat was suddenly very dry, “you gave me a bomb and didn’t tell me?” “No,” Tabia answered in an annoyed voice, “I just told you. Were you not paying attention?” Richter carefully set the explosive down, stepped back several paces, then stepped back a few more. After that, he closed his eyes and started counting down from ten. While he did, he recited a mantra that had been very helpful in the past. Ten, don’t kill her. Nine, she’s pretty useful. Eight, her wife Mimi would probably kill you anyway seeing as she’s a Professed Warrior.
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