“You did good… kid,” Kramen laid a gentle hand on Gurm’s bare shoulder as she stroked Arlak’s fur. “But we still need to get that nuke back to the Choker.”
“You go…”
“No. I need to be back to the…”
“What’s that?!” Gurm got up in a leap and pointed at the river.
Something was slapping desperately on the water. Something green and small.
“DM3?” Kramen squinted at the small alien adrift on the stream. At least he was not alone, as he rode Takol’s idle body like a canoe. Takol who happened to have had his face badly disfigured by something.
“Is Takol dead?” Gurm asked.
“No, Laserburn hasn’t gotten points for his kill, but I don’t think he had much time.”
“Yeah, he’s really in bad shape,” Gurm squeezed the green healing amulet.
“I was referring to the edge of the map,” Kramen pointed
