Jenna adjusted the thermal hood of her docktech jacket and checked the read-out on her Hrozanissue pad, then looked up at the craft’s snub nose again. ‘You’re certain this is the right one?’ +Trust me,+ Sara Vankova’s voice came over the comm in her ear, +this is the bay. Besides, this is an ille...
…’ Jenna began, understanding starting to dawn. ‘They were telling each other to find me,’ Rourke finished with a nod. The pair of them, with Apirana hobbling behind, were making their way towards the politsiya building that was now apparently serving as the headquarters of Level Five’s new gover...
