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“I’m not scrolling too fast, am I?” Margot asked.
“You’re not scrolling fast enough,” Miller said.
Miller read the product specifications in horror. When Margot swiped two fingers again and reached the end of the document, the last words lingered.
Destroy if activated.
“What do you recommend?” Margot asked.
Miller folded his arms and paced around the room. Smoke was still immobilized and unblinking.
“Do you think the warnings at the beginning were idle threats?” Margot asked.
“Don’t know,” Miller said, pulling out his phone.
The Galactic Navy.
“Guard Station,” a voice answered.
“Hey listen, this is Ryan Miller at GALPOL. I’m conducting a murder investigation here on Coppice—I’m sure you’ve seen it by now. Listen, I have reason to belief that the planet may soon come under atta
