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Glad as he was to have got out of the restaurant without harm, Cas couldn’t help feeling a touch of concern about his situation. He was on his own, without weapons - the knife at the small of his back was all but useless if he had to deal with a group, or someone with a stinger - or transport in an environment his military training and experience labelled as hostile, with no idea where safe territory was.
The only clue he had to get him back to the space port was the direction the car had been pointing when he got out. It had been pointing to his left, which meant it had arrived from his right. Having worked that out, he set off in that direction, aware that the car had taken numerous turns after leaving the market; he could only hope that once he got into an area that looked safer, h
