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Chapter Thirteen Six days later, Saber stood on Dises V. He turned as Razor approached. They had landed in a desolate area north of where the Trivator forces had set up their headquarters. Razor had been keeping them posted on what was happening. “Razor,” Saber said, nodding to him when he stopped in front of him. “She and four other Trivator warriors have been tried and found guilty,” Razor replied in response. Saber hid the fact that he felt like Razor had just punched him. He could feel the nerve in his jaw pulsing. His hand wrapped around the knife at his waist. “Where is she?” he asked in a deceptively quiet voice. Saber didn’t miss Razor’s glance at the other men standing around them. Each warrior was poised and ready. The only thing they needed was a location. “Let’s take thi