“We can speak freely here, Pat. Away from the users. Go ahead.”
“Well. Like I said, I knew he came in from the high desert because he was all gritty and grimy and stuff.”
“Where else would he come from?” asked Zoidboro intelligently.
Patrick Starkey adjusted his cap. “Nowhere, I suppose. And he was different looking. Not as mutanty.” Patrick stared at Zoidboro and the various projections issuing from his head. “No offense, man.”
“None taken.” Zoidboro decided to direct the conversation toward the heart of the matter. “Tell me how Rosehaven came up?”
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“They’re down there, Axis.”
“We have them now.”
