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Rikki parked the bike back at the marina well after dark, and set off across the parking lot with a bag of groceries, sighing to herself. It felt great to get the Drorgs off their hands, but there was still so much left to do, and they’d been idle for far too long. Zirol moved second-to-second, not week-to-week, or even hour-to-hour, which had been the assumption that had nearly gotten Daniel killed. Al and that young Ryozakkan were lucky to have gotten out alive, let alone unscathed. It seemed Zirol might have other intentions. While she couldn’t believe their sheer fortune, she also feared what this might mean for the future.
The girls had one night, and one night only, to familiarize themselves with the Drorgs’ saddles, before they’d be expected to start flying all over the world. The Agency