CITADEL
He hit the floor hard, the cold concrete biting into his skin.
“So, you work at the quarry, huh?” the voice was rough, low, almost amused.
Tunde didn't answer. He kept his head down, eyes darting to the side where his credit pouch had fallen, already being snatched up by one of the Brass Fangs.
The figure stepped forward. Tunde saw him now a thick-chested man with gold implants running along his skull like tribal markings. Two metal fangs jutted from his jaw.Kappa.
“This is a decent haul,” Kappa said, tossing the credit pouch up and down before passing it to the shortest of the thugs. “Too decent for a mud-grubber like you.”
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