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Smoke put his hands up as the silhouettes approached. As the sunlight fell on them, he saw that there were men and women.
Women…
But this was supposed to be prison. A male prison. What were women doing here? And above all, women with guns?
One of the women had yellowed teeth and a bandana around her head. She wore a hunter green tank top, and her arms were sunburned. Smoke could sense boners rising all across the sands, and then immediately shrinking the moment she opened her mouth.
“Hands up,” she said.
The other prisoners raised their hands.
“Welcome to your new home,” the woman said.
The other strangers aimed their guns at everyone. The prisoners dropped to the sand. Smoke did the same, not taking his eyes off the newcomers.
“Listen up,” the woman said. “You’re on the planet
