The woman who'd entered was younger than he'dexpected. Instead, someone shot him through theface, from the side. Overnight a front had moved in with dirty grayclouds. His aura had verified it for her before he'd answered; it had thinned and darkened.
The regiment had been formed to make war. Trapped or not, many would die. AT'swi darted into the foyer, they saw each other, and the T'swi lowered hissubmachine gun. Maybe when we get this place civilized.
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