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"Fine, let's go." Jerusalem sighed, not wanting to argue.

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"Wilkes!" Hamilton called, marching up behind them, with his scribe 'friend' close behind.

Naturally, he was covered in blood, with his chin, throat, the front of his t-shirt and his hands caked in the stuff.

"Found someone who can fly us out of here, if you can help us get to the docking bay."