Cassandra considers it. There are shadows in her peripheral vision. More of them. Probably what Jason was trying to warn her about.
If she refuses, they’ve got no reason to let either of them live. And after this chase, they must be hungry.
“If I find them, and if they’re doing what the rumor says, and if they’re willing to talk, I’ll put you in touch. That’s all I can offer.” And it’s more than she wants to, come to that. Just looking at this one in front of her makes her gorge rise.
But really, already she’s in no shape for a firefight.
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