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“Could be a Society black ops,” the old Pink says to Daxo “Perhaps lurchers, or a Nightstalker” Daxo nods and looks back at me
“Did they have Venusian accents?”
“No”
“Martian?”
“I don’t know Mostly Lunese, I think”
“Did you recognize any of them?”
I shake my head
“Who was this Pink? The leader of the group that took the children?”
“Didn’t hear his naet closer to hear clearlike, but I nudged a pipe And then they came stormin’ after me”
“Who did?”
“The crows”
Daxo smiles in amusement “You expect us to believe you outran Obsidians?”
“Didn’t bloody outrun theesture to my shoulder and bloody hands “What? You don’t believe lances
“Where did this supposed chase happen?” Daxo asks “The trail will soon grow cold We o off-moon”
“They one,” the Pink says