The sidewalks became dirtier and dirtier, the lights of the lightbulb begun to fade away. The signs were written in a foreign language that he couldn’t understand. The air was filled with a strange smell, maybe it was meat on the grill or some toxic fuel burning.

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A policeman stopped them, blaster in hand ready to shoot. Renes showed the sigil of the inquisition and they two big stone walls. Inside people looked at them strangely, people were of a…” different” kind. They were dirtier, spoke a strange language and had different features.

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Nearly to confirm his words people steer far from them.

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A large man touched the shoulder of Renes > he picked the gun and fired several shots at the man, the beast of man dropped lifeless with his brain all over the place > Rene picked again his wallet. >

Pxan nodded nearly trembling.

After a few minutes, the situation returned to normality, the corpse was mysteriously gone, only the stains of blood remained there, unable to be cleared with common means.

The two inquisitors entered a bar. Already normal bars aren’t exactly the ethical golden mean. But those were beyond. Both men and women served at the tables with very skimpy clothes. A few teenagers were drinking alcohol. > Rene said >

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The two stared awkwardly at each other.

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Pxan still was undecided.

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