Chapter 50

“What’s your progress?” Kommer asked.

He panned his holo-feed. Younglings sobbed in their parents’ arms all across the Capital Basin.

Kommer slipped into an alleyway and centered the feed on himself.

“We’re not out of rations,” he said. “Most of the people aren’t out of household supplies.”

“Then what’s the rush?” She muttered through gnashed teeth.

“Are you on your way back?” He questioned. “Even though we’re not out of supplies, the people are in hysteria. My life and Trennan’s life have been threatened many times.”

“Sounds like a personal problem,” she wanted to say, but refrained because threats were bad.

She panned her holo-feed.

“I’m on my way,” she promised.

“Who are the others?” Kommer questioned.

“The last five members of the elder race,” she said.

Kommer tensed up.

“Talk about insult to injury,” he thundered. “They’re the reason we have no economy.”

Maz’s ears perked up, and he scoffed, “What’s his problem?”