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“We’re looking for the human breeder b***h,” a rough voice announced, muffled slightly by the wood of the cabinet door. Jess held her breath, convinced they’d hear her frightened rasp even through it.
Saal gave a hard laugh, bitter and without mirth. “You’re not the only one, brother. You with Dvarr too?”
There was a rumble, which she could only assume meant assent, because then Saal chuckled. “Yeah, I don’t know who’s with us or not either. He’s playing his cards close to his chest. Can’t blame him, though, not with what’s at stake. The emperor, Terran-loving bastard he is, gets wind of this and we’re all done for. I cleared this room… which ones have you done?”
Saal’s voice faded along with the heavy footsteps and Jess sagged, leaning her forehead against the inside of the door in
