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“Yeah… I mean I guess you’re right. I don’t need him.” He kicked a pebble across the sand. “Alright, look. I installed tracking beacons on those Sol devices. I can tell you where the rest of them are. But only because I want to stick it to Solidus, okay?” Vultro and Raven both nod. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go then.” Raven grabs both of their hands. “Divine… Sol!” In a flash, the group disappears. | “Yeah… I mean I guess you’re right. I don’t need him.” He kicked a pebble across the sand. “Alright, look. I installed tracking beacons on those Sol devices. I can tell you where the rest of them are. But only because I want to stick it to Solidus, okay?” Vultro and Raven both nod. “What are we waiting for? Let’s go then.” Raven grabs both of their hands. “Divine… Sol!” In a flash, the group disappears. | ||
=== '''Chapter 7''' === | |||
Cync raises her nose up in the air. “Tracker, do you smell that? What is that?” Tracker sniffs around a few times before he hits a scent that is evidently not pleasant. “Bloody hell! I know that smell too well. It smells of... burnt plastic and rubber. Pretty common in Techtown, but out here…? “It smells like it's coming from straight ahead,” Cync said. | Cync raises her nose up in the air. “Tracker, do you smell that? What is that?” Tracker sniffs around a few times before he hits a scent that is evidently not pleasant. “Bloody hell! I know that smell too well. It smells of... burnt plastic and rubber. Pretty common in Techtown, but out here…? “It smells like it's coming from straight ahead,” Cync said. | ||