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Everything in the GHOST world was hostile. But things didn’t usually come this well-prepared. Thoughts and possibilities collided with each other in .GREP’s mind and spilled
they’re countering us. We’ve been set up. Controlled retreat, but take it slow—advancing toward .SOURCE’s known position might be a trap. If we can find a branch in the tunnels as we advance, we might be able to flank them
over telepathically to the rest of the group. Probably whatever was coming heard it, too, but there was no point in masking his thoughts. Things were about to get loud. Walking slowly backward, .GREP kept his sight trained on the bend in the tunnel. If nothing else, maybe he could thin them out a little before they got to close combat range. He risked one quick look behind him to see .CAI was, as usual, taking her own approach to things. She had planted her feet in a fighter’s pose and her Ghost’s usual sky-blue color had paled so that she seemed to be see-through. The energy structures that made up her form were like a visible nervous system, with pulsating clusters around the brain and the heart.
From down the tunnel came an odd sound.
