Moonlight Alpha

tly polished silver, gold weightier than a fully grown man and gems that sparkled bri

major loss in crops due to substandard fertilizers. The woman at the seamstress store to Peter's left acted all chipper as though she didn't have to pay ridiculous prices for her materials and ludicrous taxes to secure her shop in the outer circle. The delicious meals in the food stalls could never te

en and directed by one puppet master, Linc

and turned to answer. It was Ian, a Delta

d," he answered. That was a joke consid

he knew that he hadn't been looking for him at all. "Man! This place is huge." He exclaimed as he came up to him and Peter lau

ecause of his build, one would mistake him for a mean guy who got angry at the slightest prov

amples, he couldn't deny that his interest lied somewhere else - the se

us holding three skewers in his right hand while stu

half eaten skewer forgotten in his left hand. There was a ne

he chewed on it. Glancing back at the food stall he got it from, he wondered if they could double back and get mor

e liked it. "Ian, check out the next stall," he whispered to his side without looking. His eyes wer

needles, something that looked like a clamp and two daggers. Soon everyone was clapping and he joined them. If he had come here to actually

do people even come up with this stuff?" Ian complained. He he

ll," Peter retorted, noting a shop owner with a s

en standing near you.

the giant's signature annoyed

always disappear whenever you enter the streets of Laredo. One

awing, it was obvious that this was this man's first time acting as a beacon for the rebels. The illustration on the paper was about a building i

The little troublemakers probably thought themselves more of an accomplished artist than the sho

e a few paces behind them. "

hing that would buy his attenti

ound, Peter masked his scent a

ching a wiff of his best friend's scent. "That's it. I'm going home," he huffed, knowing better than to