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Tuple Pressure Dome
Cloud City
Feros III
4150.11.5 Galactic
“Justice to Hunter,” Nick said over the portable comm supplied by Tealmyn. He was seated behind the desk of the security chief, looking at the haggard features of his squad seated on the long sofa across the room from the glass-topped desk. Deception was over; it was time to build trust.
A curved wall of shaded glass ran over their heads from the floor to disappear in the curve of the wall through which was visible the expansive snow-covered landscape, dotted with ragged spikes of black lava rock poking randomly through the white drifts. The slate gray sky boiled with windswept clouds. No doubt, if they left the protection of the Tuple dome, they would either freeze to death or die from lack of breathable atmosphere.
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