"You think we should WHAT?" Sam's voice rang out over the market, causing a few nearby aliens to glance at them. "I think we should split up," repeated Max. "We're short on time and we need to interrogate as many suspects as possible. I'll head toward the glowing orange tower thing over there. Meet me back at the ship tonight." With that, he was gone. Sam bit back a curse, ground her teeth, and took a deep breath. 'Must be nice to be built like a brick courthouse,' she thought grimly. If Max encountered a threat, he could usually just slam into it bodily until it went away. She, on the other hand, would have to stay alert and avoid danger until she could track him down and yell at  him. He was lucky he was cute. And that the guards had taken her stun glove away.
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