By now he should be about his mission. As lava washed across the shattered floor, Tristan wheeled Shadow around. Anxiousmoments passed. I'm goin' to Mex-ico.
Tired of battle plans and casualty reports, Tristan angrily tore up the parchments he was readingand cast them to the wind. It had taken Faegan and Abbey all day and part of the night to produce the small amount of fluidthat he would soon carry. You must be hungry. Deciding to shelve his troubles for a while, the Jin’Sai took a bracing lungful of sea air.
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