Jumper slept well. He didn’t think Alan or Kayla did, though, judging by the rustling he heard from their cots on the few occasions he did awake. When dawn broke, they were all up and waiting for it. The three of them took turns using the public hygiene rooms to get clean before finding breakfast set up on a cart at the fire pit closest to their shack. The two Amulites who fed them last night before showing them to their lodging were sitting on the fire pit ring eating.
One of them was larger and duller-skinned than the other. His name was Totlen6, and was the apparent leader of the expedition. Totlen6 had a rifle on his shoulder as he ate. The shorter, brighter one’s name was Mulb9. He wore a belt with a hand-laser hooked to it, plus several other tools Jumper didn’t recognize. Mulb9 al
