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Chapter Forty-Four: Bobbie

Tag,” Katria said, then turned to look at her A ghost of a smile touched the other woman’s lips, and Bobbie wondered just exactly how otten and forgiven “You ready to play a game?”

After half a beat, Naoaze tracked over to her Exhaustion had yellowed her sclera, and her skin had an undertone of ash She put a hand on Nao

“Take care of the kids until I get back”

“I wil

l Good hunting”

The words were a little punch in the gut Hope you kill someone So side of this Who’s as loyal to his people as you are to yours Whoever they are, I hope you get the, there was a joy in this She’d spent so for rown and ed into a woman of peace, part of her still really liked it

“Thanks,” Bobbie said, and stepped out

“Bobbie … I’m sorry”

Bobbie nodded as Katria scooped up her toolbox They walked together toward the intersection with a larger corridor The door closed behind them with a soft click and the whir of the lock Katria chuckled under her breath, but Bobbie didn’t ask why She didn’t much want to know

Most of the people in the corridor alking, but there were a few carts loaded with containers At one intersection, ait from one warehouse to another It was a four-point harness If she got in by his side, she could loop one arm around his neck and choke him out while she unbuckled hi around, and strap herself in It would probably take thirty seconds Maybe less Easy peasy

As they walked, she felt herself relaxing, sinking down into her hips as she walked Lowering her center of gravity She whistled a little, softly Katria raised an eyebrow, but didn’t co the walls announced that the security forces were closing in on the terrorist cell that had blown up the oxygen tanks, but Bobbie didn’t see anyone giving the pair of the in

There was a sparseness about the halls Even with the carts and the people, there was an eh Part of it had to be that, with no ships co in or out of the station, there just wasn’t as much to do as there would have been But part of it was also fear People staying in their holes Staying out away from the checkpoints Out of trouble