"I know," Jackson agrees, pausing as the narrow side street intersects with a main road and the harshly blowing wind. Ducking his head, Jackson leads the way across the road and back into the continuation of the side street, not letting go of Jono's hand. Once on the other side, he picks up the conversation, "Unless they want the colonists to fall so far behind they default on the quota or something."
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Date: 2009-10-12 09:56 pm (UTC)