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Chapter 63: Clash Of Kings

The vehicle had changed. Mud, garbage, and dirty clothes were ground into its floor and walls. Bits of old food. The wilted flower of the toxic triceratops foot. The remains of Turtle's old mistakes.

And yet Andrea stood in the vehicle's doorway, tangled hair dripping onto her baggy black garment, gaping like the grubbiest of provincial laborers.

"God it feels good to be back." Andrea shook her head and her eyes went hard. "Strap yourselves in. We're taking off."

"What about Vrem?" asked Turtle, bracing herself. Andrea's powersuit was inactive, and Turtle was younger, perhaps stronger. If she could take the foreign woman hostage...