Chapter Thirty-Three
COLLAPSE
Jalen of Cantori, site manager of the tin-mining operation, looked at Sari then turned to Casco with a nasty sneer. “No splitters.”
Sari stood as tall as she could. “No sp–?” she fumed. “I can’t even say it. You are so rude!”
“Come on, Sari,” Casco said stiffly. “Can’t reason with stupid.”
They retreated to the outskirts of the camp while the miners got on with their day and ignored them completely.
“What do we do now?” Sari’s eyes were moist with unshed tears. “How can she say such things? It’s horrible.”
Casco shrugged. “She’s expanded her vocabulary since last time, hasn’t she? Maybe she’s thinking to impress the rest of the Host when they arrive.”
“Last time they let us do our job.”
“Let’s see what our new coordinator can do,” he suggested. “Water
