#deserters

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Tagged by @navigatorwrongway! Today’s word is “type”

This happens towards the end of Deserters :)

“I’d like to talk to your brothers alone, please. It wouldn’t do you any good to go in without getting the context and preparing some notes first, in case you have questions.”

“… Fine,” Omega conceded, dejected. Mayday’s smile widened, and he nodded for her to go. Omega took her bag and the data pad next to it, heading off towards the library wing of the museum.

Mayday’s smile dropped the second her back was turned. The commander glanced around the landing pad, checking again to make sure the coast was clear. “Inside,” he said, quickly making for the ship.

“Where are Tarris Lok and the Vretha system?” Tech asked. “I’ve never heard of them.”

“That’s because I made them up,” Mayday muttered, going up the ramp into the Marauder. The four of them glanced at each other, silent communication passing between them before they quickly followed the commander in, sealing the door behind them.

Mayday poked around the ship, sliding his fingers along crevices and grooves as he inspected the hold. “Does the kid have any tricks up her sleeve, any recorders or cams she might hide in here when she wants to snoop?”

“No,” Tech said. “I or Hunter would have found them by now.”

“You’re positive?”

“Mayday, what’s going on? What do you know about Hemlock that’s so bad Omega has to be kept entirely in the dark?”

“What type of war crimes do you tell a child about?”

Reality:

Minor Perrigin "...has the countenance, and otherwise the appearance of a scoundrel—this is the third time of his desertion." (Maybe stop letting him back in the Army??)

▪︎ Hand brand, for use on felons or deserters.

Date: 1642-1649

Place of origin: England