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Roxton knows he’s pushing Challenger and Malone, but they have no time to waste. If they don’t mind Lento before moonrise, Summerlee will die. Roxton won’t let that happen. They already almost lost one person today. That was more than enough. Tellingly, Challenger and Malone aren’t complaining and follow quietly.

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Summerlee takes the time to properly look Malone over before declaring him fit for travel.

“Come on,” Roxton says quietly. “Time to go.” He’s feeling vaguely guilty about his earlier suspicions, but doesn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. The sooner they’re out of here, the better.

“Wait.” Malone turns to Yura. “How is he?”

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Challenger pulls a dart out of Malone’s neck and gives it a sniff. “It’s curare,” he says grimly, holding it up so Roxton can see. For a moment, just a moment, Roxton flashes back to his brother. But this is no errant bullet. This was a trap set to kill. He glares at the man in front of him, furiously angry, finger tightening on the ( Read more... )

Another beautiful jungle morning. Summerlee woke the three of them up just before sunrise, eager to continue the hunt for his plants. He swore he’d be able to make all sorts of useful medicines from them, but the last two on the list were proving elusive. Not that Roxton minded. They were getting to see more of the plateau, and that’s part of the ( Read more... )