Strings of Coercion

Cormac bared his teeth, the urge to curse rising sharp and immediate, but he swallowed it. At Level 3, he knew better than to provoke someone he couldn't hope to match.

Sloane tilted her head, a viper sizing up a cornered rat. "Here's how this is going to work. You're going to open the warehouse. Commander Kaelen has issued a directive, and I am here to collect this year's unit levy."

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