[And as soon as that door slides open, Cliff and Fayt will find two objects being launched at their heads in quick succession and with surprising accuracy—small traveler’s packs, easy to carry and attach to whatever else they might be carrying. They’re a bit tightly packed with whatever foods he could find that wouldn’t spoil on the battlefield, and a roll or two of bandages in each.
It wasn’t much, but it was the most he could do as he steps back to his apartment before the two can try to question him. There was enough to worry about without stopping to ask.]
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It wasn’t much, but it was the most he could do as he steps back to his apartment before the two can try to question him. There was enough to worry about without stopping to ask.]