“Reefer, this is Luke. We got ‘em.”

“How many?”

“Five.”

“Any make it?”

“Sadly, no.”

“Yeah, real tragedy. Do you know what made these guys so fucking elusive yet?”

“Well, Trawl’s got one open on the dining room table, we’ll let you know what he finds.”

“Shit. As soon as he’s done, load them up and head out; we’ll meet you back at the Dawson farm in a few hours, alright?”

“Yeah. See you then.”

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