Chapter 32: Death-Duel
“Who’s that?” Alexa whispered as the four human and Reel spied the armored stranger from behind the stage. “We don’t know,” Jade said. “But the bastard tried to disintegrate me the last time we met.” “Why is nobody doing anything about an armed lunatic barging into a bistro?” Lud hissed. “There is a queue! A queue!” “Would you do something about an armed lunatic, pale human?” “I would,” Jade smirked and started shaking her fist. “I will. You still have my pistols, Lud?” “Here, take them both!” the engineer was quick to give the woman her pistols. “I’d give the armor too, but I’m not in the mood for indecent exposure!” “Armor wouldn’t do much against that gun… now go get the Nikal and get out. I’ll meet you all back at the ship.” *** Sloch paced through the tables of uneasy patrons,
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