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Sierra readied herself, salivating over the smell of the deer. “There’s no need to take down both. Aim for the one on the right. Go on three. One…two…” Joe suddenly froze as if startled. He sniffed the air. “What’s wrong?” Sierra projected at him. She felt a wall close off in Joe’s mind, blocking his thoughts from her. Before he did it, she caught one word. “Strangers.” he had thought. And with the word was a feeling. One of suspicion, and worry, and behind that was fear, mostly for her. “What’s going on?” she wanted to know. “Nothing.” Joe projected, and she realized he could do the politician bull s**t voice even with just his thoughts. “I thought I smelled someone, but there’s nothing there.” Their prey had wandered off, presumably in search of better grazing. “Let’s leave them