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All the good e by the horror of his exit Now the bars crack, the doors open, and they flood oodbye to hi here, surrounded by the ruinous shit I’ve er

I look at Holiday and I don’t have anything to say I can’t apologize The words just won’t co him die, not even to herself But she sees the animal pain in me

“He would have wanted you to fix this,” she says

“I don’t knohere they are,” I say

Holiday’sthan she is about Trigg “Who was it?”

“Syndicate My contact was the Duke of Hands”

She already knew “Could you identify him?”

“Yeah But I doubt he’s in the census He was a Rose High, high end Private stock of a loaded Gold Start your search there And there was an Obsidian nao, definitely military Not fresh from the Ice” She takes notes “What’s your exposure, Holiday? What could they want?”

“You tell me There’s been no proof of life No demands”

“They didn’t kill them,” I say “The Duke said they were for the Queen”

“Did you meet her?” Holiday asks

“No Word in the game is that she’s an Obsidian warlord from Earth No one knows for sure”

“Really?” Holiday frowns “Republic Intelligence has been operating under the assumption that she’s a Red for more than a year now”

“A Red?” Lyria whispers

“You think Obsidians would follow a Red?” I laugh