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Renard still didn't understand just how things always seemed to escalate so quickly around Flynn. Maybe he had one of those faces that he had heard others talk about. He peered at his companion, trying to see if there was something that was off with it that just made people distrust him. He...

When the fighting ended, Renard's mind pulled back from the tunnel-vision that he had been experiencing to truly take in what had happened. Specifically, how the Leppi woman and the human doctor had been injured, in part by what he had done. Usually he would have felt nothing, not having cared...

By this point, Renard was completely in his head in regards to the battle. Everyone, including himself, was just a piece on a tactical game board updated in real time. He saw what his grenade did to his other two companions, lowering the values he had set for them as assets, though for some odd...

So, this was a casino? How...gaudy. Also, a deathtrap if anyone wanted to defend the building from invaders. Hazards and obstacles all over, a small troop of security being the only ones allowed to have weapons on the floor. If he had been asked to come up with a plan to take over the place...

Renard was just pulling out one of the grenades to go into a scientific discourse on just exactly HOW he could make the grenades if he had the right parts when he noticed the thugs enter the room. He didn't even know who they were with, he just saw that they were looking at them in a menacing...

The second Helen started to move the improvised map into place, Renard's mind started to process everything just like he was trying to solve a puzzle. The location of the buildings, the approximate number of slavers, the landing pad, the speeders, the service robots, all the factors that Helen...

No, no, none of these would work. Of course the sellers were saying all the parts were the best quality money could buy, though they obviously hadn't come across someone who could notice flaws at just a glance. This field was Renard's life, after all, and while there were a great many things he...

Renard was trying to pay attention to what was being said, though to be honest he was getting anxious being around other people for so long. Something about others just made his fear start to spike, something his parents had tried to foster in him. The only others he'd really met had been the...