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... f about one fifty. Marking it now.” I said, as the armor shared the target information to Drakonis’s own.
Journey calculated the heat signature, then overlaid a red outline, taking liberal guesses as to how it actually looked. A deer. Minding its own business, walking near a stream. A few others were nearby, but they were smaller and many looked to be parents for a foal.
“Got it. Still heading over, should have a bead on it in a minute.”
The purple forest was riddled with ...
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