Chapter 87

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Despite the aid of all six of Troy’s sotans, plus that of several older ones, Troy was no closer to locating George by the time darkness fell. He had night vision powers that would enable him to continue his search, but his flight speed and height were diminishing, a sign he was tiring. This was a new and unwelcome sensation. Previously no matter what he did, he always had energy to spare. He clenched his fists, hating feeling weak. He was a fucking tuohygan for God’s sake. Nothing should be beyond his capabilities. This was themost important rescue mission of his career and he was failing it.

::George, where are you!:: he mentally sent out for the thousandth time. ::Dada and Papa love you so much.::