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around it, composed of mosses, grasses, dead leaves and mulch, would hide tracks
easily.

тАЬAn animal grabs the First from overheadтАФтАЭ Dev started.

тАЬтАФand the jungle grows so fast and thick,тАЭ AтАЩcom finished, тАЬany ground
tracks are covered. I see your point.тАЭ

тАЬThey find new species every day. Nobody knows whatтАЩs out here. An animal
got MтАЩlay, knew how to sneak up on him.тАЭ

тАЬHe had a prox box. Why didnтАЩt it trigger? And no signals from his
implantsтАФтАЭ

тАЬLтАЩhocтАЩs sake, Sula, look at this mess. Could be anything out here. We finally
found a species that can digest a prox box, signal and all.тАЭ
AтАЩcom didnтАЩt hear. His eyes grew unfocused looking at the dense, living
panorama.

He shut his eyes, fought dizziness, and listened. In the cacophonous din he
picked out a melodic hoot overhead echoed by another from deeper in the thick
treescape. A staccato chutter interrupted itself as if the animal making it stopped to
listen for response. On a nearby branch, two tiny blood-yellow birds sat side by
side, chattering. Around the birds, bulbous purple fruit hung in clusters.

Sula wanted to smell the fruit. To taste it.

тАЬSula?тАЭ

He opened his breather and reached out.

тАЬSula, what are you doing?тАЭ Dev grabbed AтАЩcomтАЩs extended arm, thumbs
pinching the tender scales inside the elbow. AтАЩcom turned to him and blinked as if
coming out of a drunken stupor.

тАЬIтАФIтАФтАЭ

Dev released his arm. тАЬYou took off your breather.тАЭ He frowned concern as
he adjusted the breather back over AтАЩcomтАЩs nose. тАЬAre you all right?тАЭ

тАЬYes, IтАФтАЭ AтАЩcom hesitated. What happened? тАЬI wanted to tasteтАФтАЭ He
looked at the fruit, the birds. тАЬтАФto eatтАФтАЭ

тАЬBase, are you getting this?тАЭ Dev addressed the air.

тАЬProx monitors function, milord,тАЭ a thin, disembodied voice replied. тАЬWeтАЩre
recording.тАЭ

тАЬWeтАЩre coming back. I want diagnostic on Detective AтАЩcomтАЩs exosuit and
breather.тАЭ