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A crackling fire in the hearth provided pleasant background noise as Leo scanned through holographic dossiers of Hunter and his friends. A transparent representation of Gabrina Valtez's face floated before him, and he flung it away with a quick gesture of his hand. It still felt odd to him that Valeth would choose such a low-tech base of operations, but then that probably served to keep their enemies away.
The strange woman was sitting in a chair that was much too big for her tiny body, her face bathed in flickering firelight. And, of all things, she was knitting, seemingly lost in the task.
The door banged open to admit Grecken Slade, and Leo watched as the man paced across the room to stand by the fire. He kept his back turned, but there was obvious anger there. “How dare you?” Sla
