Different. At a hundredyards, Jerym's hand clapped his shoulder. TheLok-Sanu River region had been his home all his life, and he enjoyedanswering their questions about it. An impossible ultimatum because the charges all were false: cynical and ruthless, lacking even a pretense of truth.
Varlik peereddownward, his camera raised. They supplied him with anair-conditioned sleeping chamber, which, incidentally, the lad outgrew theneed for. The figure now was thirty to fifty thousand, withno confidence that further upward revisions wouldn't be necessary. Therewere too few T'swa for that, and too much cover for attackers, and there'dbe little opportunity to clear fields of fire.
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