“Grebfoil?” Ian scowled as he walked behind Xana. “Dude, what the hell?” He spoke softly in the eerily silent hall, disturbingly punctuated by a distant clang or echo of muffled voices, every one of which Ian was sure meant the team was about to be attacked. He was happy to have a little chatter.
Wink came over the radio. “I’m not talking to you, moron. …
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