No Alarms and No Surprises

Dook screwed up his nose. "Maybe."

"So what would you do if you met a Talib out here that you recognised from back home?"

"Might buy him a drink."

"What if he had done something terrible, like killed a mate of yours, and you had the bead on him and he begged you for mercy?"

Dook grinned. "Well, if he'd topped Porteus I'd offer 'im a fag and beer."

"Seriously though, if he'd killed one of us."





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