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Colt looked at Stephanie out of the corner of his eye as she patted his cheek with her tiny hand. “Little country out west called Snider. It’s where my grandparents immigrated from. Back then, things were unstable there, but they’ve since improved. Lots of villages where we can get a fresh start.”

‘How do you plan to get out of the country? Don’t tell me you’re going to just drive across the wilderness. That’s a good way for your car to breakdown and leave you stranded in the middle of nowhere.’

“I know. I was trying to leave the country even before all the shit in the capital happened, and it was a pain in the ass. But this time, I can fake my death pretty easily, and hopefully ask Gina for the name of someone who can forge some new identities.”

“Are you sure you have to leave?” said Hector. “Couldn’t you, uh... just... find someplace quiet here in Atreya?”

‘Too risky,’ said Bohwanox. ‘Colt’s only gotten more infamous since becoming your known accomplice.’

“Ah... s-sorry...”

“Don’t be.”

‘Then how do you intend to fake your death?’ said Garovel.

Colt shrugged. “Rob a bank, I guess. Get the cops to shoot me. Shouldn’t take them more than three days to bury or cremate my body. I can count on you to look after the twins while I’m gone, yeah?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks.”


Chapter Forty-Seven: ‘O, loitering chaos...’
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As well as he managed to conceal it, David wasn’t exactly comfortable around these Abolish foreigners. Desmond was comparatively pleasant. That man, at least, seemed to have some level of restraint, but these other ones had moods that could flip in an instant. David hadn’t yet been able to learn all of their names. He was a bit reluctant to, in all honesty. He would have liked to avoid interacting with them as much as possible, but he knew that wasn’t going to change anything.