protect from sun

She surrendered the Sword and her guns willingly enough, and I lagged a few steps behind them while I settled the straps and weaponry about myself. I hung the P-90, the only object Murph was carrying with enough open space in it to hide an itinerant spirit, so that it bumped against the skull still in the improvised bag on my belt and murmured, very quietly, "Out of the gun. "
"About time," Bob whispered back. "Sunrise is almost here. You trying to get me cooked?" Orange light flowed wearily out of the apertures of the P-90 and back into the safety of the skull. The lights in the eye sockets flickered dimly, and the spirit's slurred voice whispered, "Don' gimme any work for a week. At least. " Then they flickered out.


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