The Black Swans

[Mel Rose]

She paused for a second, looking somewhere over Damian's shoulder.

"That's what puzzles me. You seem to dislike the place, yet to me it is a Freeport in name only. There are Xenos all around," she gestured with her open hand towards the group on the other end of the room. "If you look closely enough, the dealers sell Xeno guns. Transports move cargo to Xeno bases. Your boys went to the trouble of removing the previous occupants at, no doubt, great personal and operational cost."

She laced her fingers and put her hands on the table. "Yet you say you hate this place. So, what gives? What's your endgame?"

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