The T'swa had stripped to their waists, and he was deeply impressed bythe massive yet sinewy torsos and arms he saw, muscles sliding andbunching as they washed. Anotherpang hit Carrmak's guts, and he turned away so Jemi Arkenvess wouldn'tsee. Where'll I find his tent? One of the mercs was sitting in a strange cross-legged sort of posture ona little rug, and didn't look up. Andanother pair has to do with the script, you could say.
***The combat personnel carrier slowed almost to a walk. The trimmer, a teenage boy, grinned, nodded, and hurried out. They did: rifles, hoses, lobbers,shoulder-fired rockets. Your pass.
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