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“It’s like searching for a specific needle in a forest whose trees have needles for leaves,” complained DaVic.
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As DaVic and KarJa walked out of the cubicle, JaPok approached them, almost at a run.
“Your father told me about you accompanying the consultant,” he said to KarJa, but the look he shot to DaVic was one which said, “What consultant?”
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A mountain of a man — if a mountain could look as if it was all bulk at the top but then tapering down like a carrot as you got closer to the ground — stood at the open door.
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DaVic sat in the interview cubicle, gazing idly at the bare walls and wondering how anybody could bear to work in such surroundings. Nothing to see, nothing to do, total boredom. “That’s probably why most of them sleep at work?”
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DaVic stayed on the ground for a few moments, expecting a goon to grab him — it was better to be compliant in these situations, he knew from past experience. He was sure that RaBlu’s guys had found him despite everything and were on the verge of bundling him away to who-knew-where.
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The Thieves Guild offices always reminded DaVic of a fake scholar — there was always a lot of activity on the outside, but nothing of substance happened on the inside.
People thronged outside the offices like ants to a picnic.
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“Oh?” said DaVic, trying to appear nonchalant. “How can I be of service?”
Internally, his excitement levels were so bubbling over that he was ready to burst into song. “Please spare us that,” his inner voice urgently exhorted.
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DaVic wondered what he should do.
Had the klaxon been an alarm? Were the Obnitorians under attack? And if yes, by whom? Could it be that RaBlu’s goons — he was sure that it was RaBlu who had him tailed — had found him somehow?
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DaVic had heard about people regaining consciousness slowly and becoming aware of their surroundings bit by bit. That wasn’t how it worked in his case though — it all hit him like a speeding rocketship slamming into a planet, and no retrorockets to slow down the ship either.
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“What?” asked DaVic, trying desperately to catch up with the swift transition of events.
“We need to go! Now!” said the woman, her eyes darting everywhere as if expecting danger to be hiding in every corner of the room, and spring out at any moment.