Again Mahamda tsk-tsked. He looked Bashir up one side and down the other with a single cold, suspicious,blue eye. That sparked a thought for Carrera. At some point—Carrera presumed it was when the intel collection team reported to the platoon leaderthat the bodies were clear—another star cluster was launched.
Their faces were covered by their keffiyah. No matter, thought Fosa. The thought didcount for something, after all. Who can even agree on what it means anymore? It's not what it oncewas, in the olden days back on Earth or the early days here, when it was all appearance only.
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