Swamped Chapter 32 Page 29

Obviously, you have some kind words for Strings.

Thanks for a good time. I’ll remember you next time I get a chance to play piano.

Hope things get sorted out for you soon. If I ever find myself back in this damned swamp somehow, I’ll be sure to look you up.

You also feel like you’ve given Crosswinds a rough time, and you don’t want to just leave that unresolved.

Sorry I couldn’t keep myself still. But then, I doubt you’re the sort who likes being stuck in one place, so you probably understand where I’m coming from.

I probably won’t get a chance to make it up to you directly. Best I can do is help Rider out with his business. Good luck, I know I couldn’t stand being in this swamp as long as you have.

And finally, Rivers gave you some help, reluctant as it was. She might have to answer some question about why you’re giving her a note even if they won’t read its contents, but you’re confident she can bluff her way through that.

You keep it vague, just to be safe.

Thanks for your help. We probably won’t meet again, but I’m glad I could count on you when I needed it.

That’s all you can think of for the moment. You briefly contemplate leaving Razor a note that just says FUCK YOU, but then decide you might have better uses for the paper.

You fold up the papers with the names of the recipients on the outside. You haven’t worked out the details of delivery, but as long as they’re not in range of the gateway there shouldn’t be a problem.

With that done, you make a hole so you can look around and hear better. As you do, you hear a lot of footsteps. It sounds like about five or six sets.

Either Rider’s bringing reinforcements, or you’re going to have a crowd to deal with. You got the impression he wasn’t the sort who wanted to involve anyone else in his messes, though.

So what do you do now?

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