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Dull metallic thuds echoed around Kadaiz and Theron as they shuffled down a narrow ventilation shaft, punctuated by the occasional muttered oath from Theron.
"I always forget how poor your eyesight is," Kadaiz commented idly.
"My eyesight's fine for well-lit bases," Theron complained, "you know, like the one we were supposed to be infiltrating? If I knew we were going to be crawling through the ventilation I'd have brought night-vision goggles." He squinted up ahead at Kadaiz's silhouette. "Not all of us have night-vision eyes."
Kadaiz suppressed the ghost of a smirk. "Maybe next time I'll invite Major Jorgan."
"Ouch."