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21. A Saviour Descends.
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2024-10-29 19:42:56MARCH 23, 2013 | 1:32am —
INT. EURO CREEK. BATHURST ISLAND, AUSTRALIA. HIDDEN RESERVE - CABIN. NIGHT.Ali Batam (In Modern Arabic):
How many did we lose?Mercenary One (In Modern Arabic):
If we do not move soon, we might lose one.Mercenary Two (In Modern Arabic):
Snakebite, Commander. Baby Simalia Kinghorne. The poison is weak, so it will take two days to kill her if we do not make the transport.Ali Batam (In Modern Arabic):
Round them up. There is a transport trawler waiting by the creek.The two men give each other unseen glances, and Ali chuckles.
He then turn
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