I reached the shelter at dusk. His legs hummed tensely from the long march across the rugged terrain. Several times I had to fall to the ground, frozen or hiding behind rocks, when I met groups of seekers. I didn't need more trouble today, and in this world no one could be trusted. Whatever Leamer said, I had no intention of turning to the lawyers at all. I saw a couple of them once. One is bald, the other is gray. Creepy types with calculating cold eyes. There was a feeling that they were scanning everyone they met, and I barely managed to avoid their attention, jumping behind the back...