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close out the smell. It was night but three small moons-- not even the same planet then, he noted-- gave sufficient light to make out the crudely jammed together mud-brick buildings. To his left there was a door made of a dull looking metal while the alley narrowed further and continued in the distance. To his right the alley opened into a slightly brighter courtyard. He headed toward it hoping to get a better idea of his surroundings.

"Don't go that way."

Nate spun around, but saw no one. And, oddly, he noticed now, there seemed to be no sounds coming from anywhere. This was hardly a megaplex, but certainly big enough and crowded enough with buildings that someone should be stirring somewhere. "Who is it? Where are you?"

"Right here stupid."

He whirled in place again, but still saw no sign of anyone or heard even minor rustling sounds that might be made by someone sneaking away. “Mind playing tricks,” he muttered. Maybe he’d been drugged. His subconscious was shrieking an alarm, but he had no idea if it was because he was about to be attacked or something else that arose from his increasing feelings of unease.
As the Silverstone heir, he’d been trained in countless forms of armed combat and nearly as many unarmed


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