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“Decapitate,” said Logan. “Then find yourselves clothing and equipment.”

“What the hell you at?” shouted Buzzard. “Ain’t this enough?”

“Tribal raid, soldier. Decapitate. They’re all right. They’re dead.”

“Go stuff yourself,” said Buzzard. “You ain’t real any more, Logan: you ain’t the Ninth. You’re screwed.”

Logan struck him under the ribs with a spear. Buzzard looked at Logan and at the spear they both held. “You Mother,” said Buzzard.

“Can we afford that, sir?” said Face.

Alan Garner, Red Shift