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Pathal Continent, Sector 49
Government Base
Brimstone V
4146.12.21 Galactic
The meal of meat—Nick would later generously describe it as fried rat—and tubers that tasted like a cross between a potato and a cucumber, with crisp green and red vegetables that tasted like cardboard soaked in seawater, sat in the pit of Nick’s stomach transmitting waves of nausea into the back of his throat in the form of sour bile.
Nick, Bones, and the Kid finally removed their helmets after entering one of the government buildings. The inside was divided into offices and a large room that could easily have accommodated a hundred people comfortably. The air inside the building was breathable but was tinged with a slightly metallic scent Nick didn’t recognize.
Before they left the main lobby reception
