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Rodin let Cat set the pace. He thought it only fair. The man carried extra bulk, tubes wrapped around his body under his coat, looked like he’d been eating too much. Something about the way into the Dome.
The tubes didn’t slow Cat down. Unfortunately, walking fast didn’t stop the man talking.
“How certain are you about getting us a boat?” he asked Rodin.
“Owed a favour. Got enough new tech in my pack.” Because even if Heeka, the captain Rodin had encountered before, agreed, he’d still want payment.
There wasn’t much else in the pack. Cat’s route across the glass would only allow for the clothing they wore. And nothing metal. Something about sensors—Cat hadn’t said why.
He’d explained the basics, gone on about airtubes and filters, motion sensors connected to automatic weap
