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Chapter 940
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Watching the three men, Nicole thought of old war movies where collaborators went ahead to soften up the enemy’s next target.
The Alliance apparently hoped men from neighboring regions would get a warmer reception. These
three were here to test the waters.
“Get lost!” she called.
Instead of looking offended, they seemed encouraged. At least she was talking to them.
Magnus Berg smiled broadly and spread his hands. “There’s no need for that. We only came to introduce
ourselves. We’d like to be friends.”
Erik Lindstrom, the Zorvakian, stood stiffly beside him, visibly uncomfortable. Sergei Volkov, the Marovian, looked around as though he already owned the place.
Nicole disliked all three on sight. “I said get lost.”
Sergei opened his mouth to shout back, but Magnus clapped a hand over it. “Would you stop?”
“Keep it together,” Erik muttered. “We’re supposed to be finding common ground.”
Sergei shoved the hand away. “What common ground? Everything they’re so proud of came from us in the first place. Now they think they’re better than everyone!”
Erik and Magnus exchanged a look. There was no point arguing with him when he got like this.
“Do you wanna explain to the boss why we failed?”
That silenced Sergei, though he continued glaring at Nicole.
Magnus turned back to her with another strained smile. “We mean what we say. Our people have a lot in common. Times like these, we should help each other.”
Nicole nearly laughed. “Who are you with, and where’s your settlement?”
He took the questions as encouragement and straightened proudly. “Alliance Base. We bring survivors together so we can get through this. We already have 17 groups from different parts of the world.”
“Who’s in charge?”
“We believe everyone deserves a voice. We’re building a peaceful, free community where people can work together…”
“Spare me the sales pitch,” Nicole cut in. “Who’s in charge? Answer me or leave.”
Magnus’s face tightened, but he managed to keep smiling. “The Westmerians.”
“What would joining involve?”
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He brightened. “You’d move into the base and turn over your supplies and weapons. Everything gets distributed fairly, so nobody has to worry about food.”
“Who distributes it?”
He hesitated. “The Westmerians.”
“Would we get meat?”
“If you do your part, you’ll get a share.”
“When did you last have any?”
Magnus stared at her, thrown by the question.
“You’re skin and bones,” Nicole said. “How long has it been since your generous leaders gave you a decent meal?”

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