When they finally arrive it looks like they were expected. Aztec Warrior. Nikki. One and the same.
She steps out of the caravan missing a right hand. And a head, but never mind about that. We’ve seen that before anyway. Blonde as rope.
“Swastika?” Jer started, pointing. Benny giggled, just enough to be heard. Aztec Warrior went inside and produced a box, containing not a left handed gun to kill them, as they might have feared, but information. Mitford Unity. An error between the legs.
“She wants to be heard out,” states the handless one. “Your *Maw*.”
(to be continued)
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