Chapter 34
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arasie glared at the screen. There were two FBI types walking in the arena. They might as well wear a poster—dark suits, sunglasses, short hair. What were they doing there? Did it mean anything, or was it just a routine?
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Roy looked at Heather, then at Duane before he motioned with his head for them to come along. They headed over to the horses.
‘Time to go find him, Duane.’
Duane just nodded as they saddled up. They mounted their horses, a buckskin and a red dun, and looked at Heather who just sat on the ground and looked back at them until they turned and headed down the slope from the campsite to the trail.
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Nusmen was perplexed as he stared at the fast-accumulating data. What he was getting was mostly biochemical along with data about the cell wall structure
