"
"Jules and Stoworth? I met them on the way in."
"They were doing some follow-up work out there ... or at least they were
going to. There's not a single one of them there, not a trace of them."
Rynason frowned. "They were all there this morning."
"They're not there now!" Manning snapped. "I don't like it, not after
what you've told me. We're going to look for them."
"With stunners?"
"Yes. Right now Mara is out at the field clearing several of the fliers
to use in scouting for them."
Rynason stacked the boxes of weapons and power-packs on the floor where
Manning indicated. There were about forty of them--blunt-barrelled guns
with thick casing around the powerpacks, weighing about ten pounds each.
They looked as statically blunt as anvils, but they could stun any
animal at two hundred yards; within a two-foot range, they could shake a
rock wall down.
"How many men are we taking with us?" Rynason asked, eying the stacks on
the floor.
Manning looked up at him briefly. "As many as we can get.
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