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Updated: May 5, 2025
"What can we do in the few hours we have left?" He pointed at the sun, nearing the horizon. Brion shifted the weight of the radio to his other hand before replying. "Get to the magter tower we raided last night, that's the best chance. The bombs might be there.... Unless you know where the bombs are?" Ulv shook his head. "I do not know, but some of my people may.
When he posed the question to himself in this way he found that it stated clearly its inherent answer. He pulled his gun out, and as he did he wondered what Ulv's answer might be. "Nyjord is medvirk," Ulv said, raising his blowgun and sending a dart across the cavern. It struck one of the technicians, who gasped and fell to the floor.
The hypo gun hummed briefly, ending its cycle with a loud click. "Does it work fast?" Brion asked. "Couple of minutes. Just let her be and she'll come to by herself." Ulv was in the doorway. "Killer!" he hissed. His blowgun was in his hand, half raised to his mouth. "He's been in the car he's seen it!" Telt shouted and grabbed for his gun. Brion sprang between them, raising his hands. "Stop it!
"The Nyjorders can't bring themselves to kill any more, even if it does raise their own casualty rate. In fact, they are having difficulty restraining the Disans led by Ulv, who are happily killing any magter they see as being pure umedvirk." "What will they do when they have all those frothing magter madmen?" "They don't know yet," he said.
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