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 illegal vessel; there’s hatches for concealed weapons in that bow, or I’m a Member of Parliament.+ Jenna blinked, her eyes seeing nothing but what looked to be standard heat shielding. ‘Really?’ +Look, just read the ident then.+ Jenna tapped some keys and the lines of text flashed up on her pad. Sure enough, the ship was purporting to be the Early Dawn, although Jenna would have bet circuits to static that it was officially registered as something different. She took a deep breath, tasting the rubber and plastic of her breath mask as she did so, and pulled back her sleeve. This exposed the flesh of her arm to the chill not-air around her, but she needed to access her wrist terminal.
