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Hunter looked like he was meeting the president. He stood tall and tried to smooth his hair down—a hopeless effort. Lana hid a smile as he picked a tick off his arm and flicked it away.
“Hi, Hunter,” Edilio said. “First up, man, thanks for all the good work you do, right? You’re helping to keep everyone fed and healthy, so thanks.”
Hunter searched for something to say, eyes shifting left, right, and finally down. “I am the hunter.”
“Well, you’re a good hunter,” Edilio said. “Lana says you have a little medical problem.”
Hunter nodded. “Mouths.”
“Yeah. Well, do you mind letting us look? We don’t want to embarrass you or anything.”
“Just take off your shirt,” Albert said a bit abruptly. He considered Hunter an employee. But then Albert considered almost everyone an employee.
“He can take it off or not, it’s up to him,” Dekka said in her low growl.
Hunter was confused by the back-and-forth. So Lana said, “Would you mind taking your shirt off, Hunter, so we can see? Might as well take off your jeans, too.”
Hunter pulled his T-shirt over his head. He dropped his jeans to his ankles.
There was a collective gasp.
Lana stepped up beside Hunter. She pointed to the protruding mouthparts on Hunter’s shoulder. It looked exactly like a very large ant’s head, or maybe a wasp’s head, but with oversized, gnashing mouthparts. “This was the first one. I tried to cure it. You’ll notice it didn’t work.”
She pointed to a smaller silvery, almost metallic, mouth on his calf. “Do us a favor and raise your arms up, Hunter.”
He did. Albert looked away.
There was a third mouth gnashing its teeth in Hunter’s armpit.
Lana watched Astrid watching Hunter. Her ice blue eyes flic
kered.
“You have a question, Astrid?” Lana asked.
Astrid pursed her lips like she didn’t, but her curiosity got the better of her. “Hunter, has anything bitten you?”
“Yes. Fleas bite me. And ticks.”
“How about a wasp?” Astrid asked.
“No,” Hunter said.
“Why a wasp?” Edilio asked Astrid.
Astrid shrugged. “I’m just trying to get information.” She was lying, Lana thought. That scary smart brain of hers was already onto something. Something she didn’t want to talk about in front of Hunter.
“Anything else strange happen?” Edilio asked.
“Just the greenie,” Hunter said.
“The what?” Edilio asked.
“They’re no good for hunting. I caught one and cooked it but it shriveled all up and there wasn’t any meat on it.”
“What’s a greenie?” Albert demanded.
Hunter frowned, looking for a way to describe it. “It flies. It’s like a snake that flies.”
