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“This is perfect.” A hard smile, an expression she’d
never seen before on Qy, flashed over his face. He dug through the clothing and
yanked the bright red and blue jacket off the deceased.
“That’s Alfyt!” She suddenly recognized the head
of the Harem and of the cyborgs.
“Yes. Could it be more perfect?” Qy tossed the
jacket over her shoulders and she squealed.
“He died of the Strafe, not some disease, and just
moments ago. And you need to cover up. That transparent dress is distracting.”
She gaped at him. Distracting? He’d seen her naked
hundreds of times.
Qy turned away, pulled off Alfyt’s arm com and
inspected it. Then he grabbed Alfyt’s bags, and headed toward a spaceship that
was just a few yards away.
“Come on!” He yelled at her impatiently while she
just stared at him. “Alfyt has the access code!”
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