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Ametrine could then see that she picked the wrong rebel hideout the mess with.

Inside the abandoned windmill stood a full squadron of elite rebel operatives. All wielding swords, rifles, and looking ragged as hell. They all give Ametrine the death-glare.

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The soldiers salute and go check out the surroundings. Most of the chaff is gone, but the rebels have had time to put at least 100 men in the Spire. Enough to cause some serious damage.

Jet shrugs.

Jet: I donno..?

She remembers what BD really likes.

Jet: Pizza!