Animus seems to match Ankh bite for bite. Somehow he manages a few words between mouthfuls. "They're at the docks." He finishes his food and sets his dishes in the sink. I should have been there. I've let the bridge slip.
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Animus seems to match Ankh bite for bite. Somehow he manages a few words between mouthfuls. "They're at the docks." He finishes his food and sets his dishes in the sink. I should have been there. I've let the bridge slip.
Ankh is right behind him, putting her dish in the sink. She grabs her keys and looks at West.
"You coming or staying?"
As fast as the Shamans eat, West eats faster; a skill developed in the military.
A wrinkled tan blazer slips over his shoulders, covering the pistol as he nods.
"Good."
Ankh hits the door and is in the car, getting it started before the boys can climb in.