Ignoring the sudden look of concern on Arbeit's face, Robinson shrugged. Sinking in the west, the sun's lightwas carved by the mountains to cast long, sharp shadows across the ground. The Anglian-built lighter-than-air recon platform had arrived the week prior and was alreadysending back useful intelligence. Theconex, soundproofed, also kept in the stench of voided bowels and bladders, and the iron-coppery stinkof blood.
His heart began to slow, if only slightly. Like this damned ship, like this damnedfleet. It was a hopeless prayer. We're not even forming up in any particularlyremarkable way.
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