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“Tell me where Mistress Lilkee is, and I’ll keep Gita from sucking you dry.”

“Ka nate whakatu. Tutu ngarahu. Waewae,” the warriors shouted.

“Glue their mouths shut too.”

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The front doors slid open and an elderly Bjarke female walked in. Her purple hair was streaked with silver and her pieced together armor barely covered her. She took one look at my webbed-up prisoners and a feral smile formed on her mouth.“I want the dispatcher job.”

Gotta say. Life as a galactic cop would never be boring.“Do you? Let’s talk.”


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