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The announcement gave them the strength to forge ahead, yet they continued to struggle to place one foot in front of the other. Another dozen or so meters, and the light ahead was discernably brighter.
“Anybody know what time it is?” Mellori asked.
“Daytime,” Fullgrath muttered. No one responded with laughter. They were too exhausted.
The entrance soon came into full view. With less than a handful of meters to go, Kyber stepped away from Kelen and signaled for a halt. “Cooter, hold back,” he whispered to the point man. Giving his fellow Seneecians a wave to join him, he faced the others. “We will emerge first and confront Duruk. I will inform him of your presence here, but I will demand that you be given asylum status.”
“What if he refuses?” Sandow queried. “What if he insists on taking us prisoner?” Pointing to the bound and gagged Seneecian, he added, “What’s going to happen to him?”
“We will not know until it occurs,” Kyber admitted. “My first priority is to get all of us off this world. We will deal with the consequences later.”
He softly caressed Kelen’s cheek with his fingertips. “There is much we have to discuss, once we leave here.”
She nodded but didn’t reply, and watched in silence as her husband and his shipmates exited the tunnel.
