The meeting was definitely going down there. Big surprise. Malik was in cahoots with the Tai-Kok and the traitors. Ahead of me, a battered sign with a large egg on it proclaimed LATIN KING’S FAMILY FARM THREE MILES. I turned onto the dirt road. Lifeless trees from a long-abandoned orange grove rose like blackened specters around me. Ten years of war with the Tai-Kok and Rodan raiders had pretty much destroyed our economy. Arizona’s once-flourishing orange groves were being slowly reclaimed by the desert. “Go back to the base and wait for me,” Voss commanded. His tone was that of a predator hot on the trail of his prey. That lying sack of shit was going after the traitors without me. “You promised we would hunt them together.” The Battle Commander’s anger rolled across my mind. “I hunt a viciously cunning warlord, not weak humans. You will immediately leave the battle area.” In my best timid-mouse voice, I replied, “As my lord commands.” “Zoey,” Voss growled in warning.
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