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>The black assassin is still standing, long limbs held >in seemingly casual curves, but there is a tautness to >her muscles that betrays her readiness to move as >necessary. Redan's question comes as no surprise, and >she lifts her longclawed right hand to gesture lightly >towards the whirring machines in the back of the Den. >"Information? Nothing useful, other than where they >are. I can sketch a map that will demark every Drakkan >outpost, spaceport, well, mechanic bunk, sleeping >quarters... you name a building, I'll show you where >it is. But it doesn't give us a way inside, or any >weaknesses in their damnably good shields." Her voice >is less acidic now, slipping back into her usual >tonelessness. "We will either need 'bots to spy on >them, or we will need to go ourselves." She levers a >direct, yellow-eyed look at the Kumayaki. "And I don't >trust all of us, right now, to bide their time and not >attack if they see what crawls above the surface of >this world."

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