Alisa murmured into her comm unit as their android guides—captors—led her and Leonidas up wide stone steps and toward the massive doors of a building that looked more like a bunker than a palace. Rectangular and four stories tall, it had window slits, rather than windows, thick cement walls, and drones and human guards patrolling the roof and the grounds around it. Twilight seemed to have come outside of the dome, and that only lengthened the shadows and made the place appear gloomier. “Did you get my list?” Mica promptly responded. “Your what?” One of the androids looked back at her. So far, they had not tried to take her weapons or asked Leonidas to remove his armor. He still wore his helmet and carried a rifle in addition to all of the weaponry built into the suit. “My list of supplies,” Mica said. “Refrigerated cargo holds don’t magically appear on ships.” “Ah. That’ll have to wait. Leonidas and I are being escorted into what I assume is the palace of the mafia boss who controls this city.”
