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trained under Topknot, he'd gone out of his way to take out his frustrations on her.

"Ell-osde' pauk!"Noguchi snarled at him, the yautja equivalent of "fuck you." She'd heard it often
enough.

Shorty let out a stream of derisive language. She caught only part of it,pyode amedha, "soft meat," a slur
for human, and a negative yautja sound for female. She wasn't particularly insulted until she heard her
own words echoed back at her.

"тАФlei-k' hey,dammit,ka'tun-de!"

He laughed, then, an imitation of human laughter, a braying mockery. Yautja didn't laugh like that; like
the mimicry, it was meant to offend.

There wasn't time to dwell on it. Topknot had al-ready stepped into the gaping black mouth of the hive
and one of the other Blooded was motioning the train-ees "inside, covering, only a few dozen bugs still
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at-tempting to get close to them. Noguchi shoved past the laughing Hunter, forcing her anger aside as the
thick stench of rotting animal flesh washed over her from the darkness. Nests were dangerous, and being
pissed at Shorty would take up too much of her awareness.

Doesn't matter. Let him laugh.He didn't know how much better at the Hunt she was than he, and with
any luck, she'd soon find opportunity to demonstrateтАФ

тАФand even as she thought it, she saw a glistening string of liquid drip down from above, a long and
sticky drop that spooled past her, almost invisible in the thick shadows. Topknot and most of the others
were several meters in front of her, edging into deeper shadowтАФ

тАФand as she leapt to one side, raising her burner, the drone dropped from above, landing in a crouch
only a few meters away, but not facing her. It was si-lent and quick, its body blending into the dusky
light, and Shorty didn't see it until it reached for him.

Noguchi allowed herself a second of total satisfac-tion as the drone snatched at Shorty's arm, its claws
landing heavily on his burner, blocking him from de-fense. An experienced Hunter might still have a

chance, there were the wrist blades, but Shorty was ba-sically fucked.

What goes around . . .

She was in position, but she waited a beat longer until she was absolutely sure that he understood how
badly he'd screwed up. She wished she had more time to savor it, but the revenge, however sweet, was
still secondary to survival inside the hive. She took a deep breath, and then she did the worst thing she
could pos-sibly do to Shorty.

The blast from her weapon caught the bug in its ab-domen, its snaking green guts blown off into the
dark. Even with the alien screams from outside, Noguchi could hear the gangly body clatter to the floor,