After Alo gave up the coordinates of Oprit Robia’s ice cave hideout, the t*****e became a good deal more passive. The three survivors were lying on the rough-cut wood floors of separate cells. They had been given ample water and a meager serving of rather foul-tasting food but remained n***d and without bedding. Jolts of pain fired through their knees, hips, backs and shoulders each time they moved.
A six-seat quadcopter, a P-12 transport, and three Rough-Terrain-Vehicles were staged in a clearing behind the shack where the Oprit Robia prisoners were jailed. Their state of consciousness was such that none of them were aware of the low-pitched buzzing sound. But when the Beag-Liath released the full might of their technology on the Serefim Presidium’s vehicles, the jarring clamor shook Alo
