CHAPTER TWENTY
WITH A CLANG AND AN even louder bang, the harvester slammed sideways and the storage compartment’s lid slid open. Fruit, along with a battered man, fell out onto a rapidly moving conveyor belt.
Zeth dragged himself up and over the belt’s security rail just in time to avoid being squashed flat beneath the giant mallet. Sucking in an unsteady breath, he climbed to his feet. The scent of sweet juice hung heavy in the air, almost suffocating in its intensity. Everywhere he looked, traveling belts sorted fruit off in different directions.
He fingered his weapon but didn’t draw it. Where did the telnaks go? This was where they’d been heading when he’d lost them. The three warehouses were the only buildings for miles around—they had to be here somewhere.
The warehouse was the s
