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“Rishi, we got one of them to talk.”
The stout female stopped her care of the strelitzias that were her favorite. Vines from the low wall crept into their space, and she worked to trim them away. She was in mid-cut when the Soldier announced his news.
She turned, expression welcoming more information.
“We think it’s Arlo.”
Amalthea didn’t try to hide her surprise. Arlo? That name had been buried deeper than the Ophiuchus’.
She motioned for her Soldier to take her to the prisoner. After all this time, one of the males they’d picked up near Roadside had spilled something useful.
They hadn’t been sure who the Soldiers belonged to. Weak, they were barely more than any human special teams might be. That they were part of the Ophiuchus’ people had been unlikely from the start, but thei
