She paused at all security checkpoints and reported in for her first day at work.
“Ohra Ianic?” A man with a clipboard checked her into the high-security section.
“Yes.”
“I have heard good things about you. Your scores were some of the highest we have seen.”
She swallowed and nodded. “I do try.”
“You have succeeded beyond all expectations.” He had the same shaved head that she did and wore a brilliant blue uniform.
Ohra followed him past another checkpoint and stood for the body scan.
The officer that was guiding her spoke. “You do understand that once you pass this door, you will not be let out for six months to a year?”
She swallowed and answered. “I do understand that.”
He beamed. “Good. Come with me and we will get you plugged in.”
She followed him through the final set of doors and into the deepest secret that her people held.
