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BreedersIt was good to know that five years out of the service had not made him soft.
Hunter made it to the city in good time, carrying his kit down the lonely Cordova Way Road away from the main Pacific Highway, flanked by single-story dwellings and brush land. The last time he had made this journey, he had been on the Chopper, but even without it, Hunter was able to move quickly. During the war, he had been forced to carry 80 pounds on his back over rough terrain for extended periods. If anything, the hard living of the last two years since the Plague had made him even hardier.
So far, his arrival had gone unnoticed.
The Kindred were expecting him at the border or on the coast. He doubted if any of them would imagine him entering the city by air. Nevertheless, Hunter was not abo
