As Sabienn looked out his window, he could see on the corner up ahead young and hungry men holding rifles looking towards the vehicle with a concern that they were missing out on something.
“Deep,” called Bray, as if he were reading Sabienn’s mind. “You see it?”
“See what?” called back Deep.
“Top corner,” said Bray. “Hostiles.”
“How hostile?” called Deep.
“Let’s not wait for an interview,” called Stork.
Catching a glance up through the skylight, Sabienn watched Deep swing around with his weapon and fire off three shots. Out the window, Sabienn watched three distressed human youths dressed in green cloaks suddenly shaking and favouring the split webbing in their left hands. As the vehicle passed them, Sabienn noted each man had an excellent rifle but no hand to hold it with.
“Disappo
