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.
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Ankh is right behind him, putting her dish in the sink. She grabs her keys and looks at West.
"You coming or staying?"
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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.
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"Good."
Ankh hits the door and is in the car, getting it started before the boys can climb in.
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