[ He listens to the sound of their steps, the wind blowing through scrubby grass. And the night before: the noise six, seven sets of feet must have made stumbling in the dark. Kaji's voice primarily a matter of depth and volume, the words taking a moment to cohere.
When they do, surprise and regret drift through the link, a heady compound. Rust's feet plod at their same pace but he's taken aback—it's generous. Wrong as much as it's right, wrong in a way that feels like a gift. ] A cop's cop. [ A badge flashed, a punch to the gut, a high. The sky over Lubbock, dishwater gray.
He doesn't look up. Wouldn't expect to see anything if he did.
At the last remark, surprise comes as more of a jolt. Speculative, not quite amused: ] Seems you're intent on further troubling my mind. [ Rust steps past him, picks up a little speed. ] (We better keep quiet, here on out. You armed?)
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When they do, surprise and regret drift through the link, a heady compound. Rust's feet plod at their same pace but he's taken aback—it's generous. Wrong as much as it's right, wrong in a way that feels like a gift. ] A cop's cop. [ A badge flashed, a punch to the gut, a high. The sky over Lubbock, dishwater gray.
He doesn't look up. Wouldn't expect to see anything if he did.
At the last remark, surprise comes as more of a jolt. Speculative, not quite amused: ] Seems you're intent on further troubling my mind. [ Rust steps past him, picks up a little speed. ] ( We better keep quiet, here on out. You armed? )