them. The men carried guns. No big deal, really. But they also carried sticks. Batons, he thought they were called. No one had used those since the old days—back when Earth wasn’t the wasteland of the Milky Way. Life in the modern universe didn’t require such tools of force. Even the most basic gun had a stun setting. And for riot control, the larger ones fanned out an electrical charge for several lengths. Simply put, you don’t carry around batons for control. You carry them to instill fear. They all dressed the same, brown flowing linens and reflective sunglasses. No markings of rank. Yet one of them, faced marked and pitted with scars, stepped forward. “Weapons on the ground, nice and easy. Good. Good. Now then, who are you? How did you make it here?” “We’re representatives of the Outer Settlement Agency,” Allie said, bowing and extending her hand. Not a single one of them took it. A few of their jaws dropped to the ground. Two of them narrowed their eyes. He didn’t care for the curl on their lips.
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