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I'll Work This In

2010-07-29

A small crack echoed around the plains, and Narsh and her knife slumped off the Minister - he too falling, on top of her.

Not distracted, Bertrina shot Amron in the face, her corpse folding onto the dry dirt, pumping a large plum-coloured puddle at Mallow's feet. Exhausted, the three scanned the dry, open prison for their rescuer, to find Harkoff far away in the distance. He was standing still, coat flapping in the desert wind, pistol still pointed at Narsh.