Maddox lowered the gun to the floor and released it. As he did, B’taav noted a dark stain on Maddox’s shirt sleeve.When the gun was down, Maddox stepped out from his hiding place. His hands were in the air.“Satisfied?”Maddox glared at the Independent. B'taav expected him to be relieved to see the boy was fine, but his expression remained stubbornly neutral.“B’taav was right to take precautions,” Cer said. She now held the only weapon, having taken B’taav’s knife and demanded Maddox disarm himself as well. “I assume he told you about Rasp?”“Yeah,” Maddox said. “He was stabbed?”“While he slept.”“May I retrieve my weapon now?”Instead of answering, Inquisitor Cer picked it up.“Allow me to hold it, for the time being.”She put Maddox’s and her guns into holsters on her belt.“Fine,” Maddox muttered. “Let’s see the body.” B’taav, Nathaniel, Maddox, and Cer walked back to the door leading into Rasp’s room. The three Mercs were standing just inside the room.
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