ATTENTION READERS! THE AUTHOR WOULD LIKE TO ASSURE YOU THAT NO WILDLIFE WAS ACTUALLY HARMED IN THE WRITING OF THIS CHAPTER!!! ENJOY!!
Back in Conquest a continuous stream of invective could be heard coming from the entrance to a seldom used back-alley in the city of Moria.
"Fucking shit! This can't be happening! I lost the fragm- No, it was STOLEN from me. Before I could even figure out what it was for, or what it was supposed to do!" Dave looked around suspiciously.
'First the Skynet fiasco, now this. Something's rotten in Denmark.'
The thief had come out of nowhere, done the dirty deed and disappeared, all in less time than it took to blink. He didn't even get a glimpse of the perpetrator. Just that laugh, that snickering, smug laugh. It sounded like a hyena. And how did that smegger steal something right out of his hand? That wasn't supposed to be possible in Conquest!
