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It was a hard battle, but the hordes of muties grew less
The Amazons raced forward to gain ground, treading on the corpses of their chilled foes and driving the remaining stickies back. Surveying the carnage, Ryan gave a sigh of relief and exhaustion. “Fireblast, I thought they’d never stop coming.”
“They’ll need to regroup, too,” Gloria stated, “if they’re going to attack. So we should have some time.”
The Gate queen directed her people to make camp, clear the chilled and tend to the few minor wounds the warriors had received.
Ryan gathered together his people. Speaking softly, he said, “It’s not the stickies I’m worried about.”
Doc noticed the puzzled look that Jak gave the one-eyed man, and spoke. “If I am not mistaken, my dear Ryan, you allude to the fact that our little mutie friends were genetically altered?”
Ryan nodded. “And if we’re approaching the place you’ve heard of, then…”
“Then the danger may not be from the stickies,” Mildred finished.
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