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January 20, 5AG
“Are you one of them?” Guard Two somehow managed to get right in Synta’s face without her noticing. She was so caught up in her own tale. She could still feel the knot in the throat when the screams started.
“What? No.” She almost sounded truthful. “Look, growing up where I came from, The Rebels were just... there, you know? Like the Truthers or panhandlers. You can’t avoid ‘em, but you damn sure don’t make eye contact.”
“And this Pettine, Luther? Are they ranking officers –”
Synta cut him off, “As you just heard, Luther is... nothing now.” She paused, scratched the healing skin on her cheek; the thick middle portion of the scar still sensitive. “Besides, that kinda got lost in the background noise when the real story broke, right?”