Ravens of Eternity
Amal was taken aback by his words, but grimaced at their truth.
“Which means, of course,” he continued, “that street-grade drugs are filled with deadly impurities. Impurities that kill colonists and anarchists alike.”
He tapped on his datapad and filtered in medical requests, but regardless of faction. A great many popped up on his screen. He then laid it down on his workbench, spun it around so they could look for themselves, then leaned back.
The three crowded around the pad, Miko in the middle, and scrolled through all the possible medical contracts. Most of it was for illegal hyperopiods, but for the reasons of needing medical analgesic.
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