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The first thing to hit Cat as he stepped from the warehouse that hid the Factory’s entrance was the earthy, damp smell, the honest aroma that he associated with the edge of the wilds, the point at which nature became the dominant force, mankind pushed into second place.
Of course, there was only a hint of that here—the district around the Factory might be sparse, but there were still buildings, still many signs of human life. Long, flat warehouses mingled with single-storey residential dwellings, all set a distance back from the streets.
But there were still places for observers to hide. Even with so much space, there was no security.
Cat and Iralla were accompanied by two warriors, both male, both tall and stocky. Not what Cat would have selected for a reconnaissance miss
