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Harl whirled round, all his attention … on Skulker. “What is that on your carapace?””What?” Skulker tried to peer back… A tinny voice issued from somewhere… It took Skulker a moment to recognize it as that of the human male he earlier encountered. “It’s CTD gecko mine – yield of about five kilotones.” Skulker’s shriek terminated in a blast that peeled back four square kilometers of jungle canopy and sunk a crater down to the bedrock.
