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Lexy looked ahead and contemplated taking the alleyways. The Fixton building was close, and she could cut a lot of time off the walk if she darted between the buildings. But there were indications of unsafe energy hidden within the shadows of those alleys. The streets weren’t much better. A group of cackling un-banded den rats straddled metal railings and leaned over benches in front of a seedy club. They threw bits of food and called out insults to passersby. Each of them reached out with tendrils of Psy energy at anyone who passed within a dozen feet of them. Those wearing inhibitor bands walked by without a flinch. But anyone without a band who reacted to the touches, were pounced on by all members of the group. And if someone tried passing on the opposite side of the street, one of
