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The police ship descended through the desert sky like a fallen star.
Smoke and his gang stood on the top of a dune and watched it hurtle down.
The flames dissipated from the ship's heatshield and it swung wide over the valley, circling the sands before locating the spotlight.
The ship was a massive, brown husk that reminded Smoke of snakeskin. It was armed with weapons, and from the looks of it, seated at least four men.
Smoke liked those odds. He could handle four men.
“Aaaaagh!” a man screamed.
Renounce the Gang lay at Smoke’s feet, clutching his bloody shoulder. The dune was covered in blood.
“Quiet,” Smoke said.
The ship passed over them and shone a spotlight on them, highlighting Smoke and his men.
“Drop your weapons,” an intercom on the ship said. “And put your hands up.
