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HENRI RAN, TRAILING a spray of sand down the dune, but Thayu dropped to the ground, pulling me down with her, and aimed her gun. . . .
But another truck came over the hill, and another one. There was a whole convoy of tank-like vehicles, carrying rocket launchers on the roof.
They were huge things, solid square looking things painted in the same colour as the sand.
They had huge wheels with deep-threaded tyres that churned up clouds of sand and dust.
Thayu put her gun away. She elbowed me in the side. “Come on. We have to go back.”
But a couple of trucks had come into that valley as well.
They stopped next to the plane, where Nicha and Evi had been folding the repaired solar sail ready for take-off. The truck doors opened and a number of soldiers carrying big guns jumped out. The
