Before Linsora could reply, the muffled sound of an argument outside the hut silenced all conversation. Feet scuffled as most of the Carratians went to the door. Permac gripped his head. A stab of pain flowed through his brain like a stream of molten lava.
Two figures filled the doorway, the taller one spoke loudly, “That’s right, both of them. I don’t care what your previous orders were. Now step aside.” The tall man waved a gloved hand, dismissing the other. He walked into the hut and approached Linsora and Permac. His gloves matched the deep brown of his jacket and pants, the same color as the Carratian uniform, but the cut and cloth were obviously civilian.
“You’ve both been released to me. Come along,” he said.
“We haven’t finished eating.” Linsora turned her attention to the meat.
“Let’s go,” Permac wh
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