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Sitting on the lone bunk in the cell, Nika leaned back against the wooden wall. Running her tongue along the split in her lip, she noted that the bleeding was already stopped.<br> | Sitting on the lone bunk in the cell, Nika leaned back against the wooden wall. Running her tongue along the split in her lip, she noted that the bleeding was already stopped.<br> | ||
− | “You both need more practice,” Harry said from the cell she and Shyla shared across the aisle. The jail only had two cells, and | + | “You both need more practice,” Harry said from the cell she and Shyla shared across the aisle. The jail only had two cells, and Harbinger women occupied them both. The 4’10” weapons master didn’t have a mark on her, while Nika sported a split lip, an eye that was rapidly turning black, and a cut down one arm that was going to require taping and Shyla had a gash across her forehead and probably some cracked ribs.<br> |
“Shut up, Harry,” groused Shyla.<br> | “Shut up, Harry,” groused Shyla.<br> | ||
“Yeah, shut up, Harry,” Nika echoed without rancor. Then she grinned a bit. “That was fun.”<br> | “Yeah, shut up, Harry,” Nika echoed without rancor. Then she grinned a bit. “That was fun.”<br> |