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“Did you not think that I would find you? Waste, such as you and your ‘partner,’ can always be found in Paradise City.”
A more than usual disheveled Pel awkwardly pushed himself up to a sitting position on his pallet as red, glassy eyes stared up at Deyja. How did he find me? Chev will be angry, Pel thought. A cough several meters away in the dark alerted him to his friend’s return. Not wanting his friend to be caught unaware by their visitor, Pel spoke loudly.
“Deyja. What an unpleasant surprise. I guess they’ll let anyone wander the roadways of Paradise City—” Pel’s words were cut off by the back of Deyja’s hand as it connected with the side of Pel’s face.
“I want the credits that you promised me weeks ago. And after I get that, then I’m going to collect the charges for keeping th
