“Evening, Officer,” a voice said.

       Dice whirled to find the man standing directly behind him. He’d approached in silence and was already well within striking distance. He was short but thick. His complexion was a different shade of brown than the Gueyes’ but somehow just as dark. His arms were new MOD tech and definitely looked like class-A equipment. The man’s expression was cool, but on his back he carried a large rifle.

       “What can I do for you?” the man asked, with as much honey in his voice as could be gleaned from pavement.

       Dice took a subtle step back, ever so slightly, s...

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