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Jo staggered into the suite’s common room, not quite knowing why she tried. She pointed herself toward the infocomm. As though that would do any good.

Vadja lay slumped over the board.

Forewarned was not necessarily adequately forearmed.

“Bastards,” she mumbled as she fell. “You’re dead meat now.”


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