The Warrior Within

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The infernal banging had no trouble breaking through my sleep. I wrapped the pillow around my head and that drowned out most of it, but as soon as I drifted off to sleep again my grip loosened, and the pillow was pushed aside by the din.

“Fatherless son of a female trajg!” I snarled in Baldochi, struggling out of the covers and to my feet. I didn’t know what time it was, but as far as I’m concerned, a racket like that is a challenge day or night. I made it out of my bedroom and down the ramp to the first floor, then headed for the front door.

I caught a glimpse of myself as I passed the hall mirror, and would have turned back if I hadn’t been in such a foul humor. My hair, unfashionably long and unfashionably dark brown, was hanging every which way, including over my eyes. My yellow sleep suit was brief enough to earn me a citation from any peaceman alive, and I wasn’t even wearing any makeup. All in all a pretty outrageous sight, but I didn’t give a damn. Id needed the sleep I’d lost, and somebody was going to pay for it.

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