The assignor handed him an iridescent card with a glowing arrow pointing toward the direction they needed to walk to get to the Dominator onboarding gate, much like a compass needle.
“Permac.” Linsora touched his arm and nodded to his right. There, he saw a squad of Carratian police entering the building. After a second of discussion and coordination, the team split up, slowly making their way through the crowd.
“Keep moving forward,” he told her, jaw tight. “And keep your head down. It looks like they want you back more than I anticipated. I guess they really don’t want you opening your mouth about those artifacts or anything else.”
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