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Floating serenely in the cold, uncaring void of space, Kommander Kittyface waited. He had been at the rendezvous point for hours. He was beginning to suspect that perhaps the humans had decided not to keep their end of the bargain. If they had defaulted on the agreement…well, someone had to die, and the Kommander did not relish the thought. Delicately, so as not to puncture his space suit, he flexed his claws. He hoped he would not have to use them.
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