“I found a small bottle,” said Dane. “All it had was ‘RW’ written on it. I’m intrigued by what it was used for. Is it something the warriors use? You know, because it was so close to a marshall post.”
“Was there any other writing on it?” asked Sam, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“It looks like there was, but it’s been worn off over time.”
The Gamma looked slightly more relaxed, but Dane was enjoying this dance and wanted to string Sam along slowly.
“You were in the warrior army, weren’t you, Gamma? You ever hear of this ‘RW’ thing?”
There was that look again, thought Dane.
“Well, no… I mean… it’s been a long time since I was a warrior,” answered Sam, his confidence slipping.
Dane knew he was on the ropes. Now it was time for the knockout blow.
“We
