Garric and Keel came striding over. Harod was breathlessly apologising to Orica for not being there earlier. Between them they’d killed nine. ‘There’s more coming up from the docks,’ Garric told them. ‘Keep moving.’ ‘Where to?’ asked Aren. ‘Jadrell’s got a launch in his boathouse, small enough for us to sail.’ He surveyed the junction, the dead there. Then he gave Aren a rough slap on the arm. ‘You fought well,’ he said. Aren felt a flush of pride at his words, and a grateful smile jumped onto his face. Then he remembered who he was talking to and wiped it off, angry at himself. You do not
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