She didn’t class the landing pad and travel tube as part of HQ of course. As soon as she crossed the yellow line, she felt herself and her duffel lighten under Luna’s one-sixth gravity. Taking no notice of the strange looks she received, she braced to attention and saluted a huge depiction of the Alliance flag on the wall opposite. She had nothing but contempt for those who took for granted the flag and what it stood for. It was shocking, but many of HQ’s personnel were civs. There were plenty of men and women walking by in uniform, but the majority by far were civs in their ridiculous fashions that tried to blind the eye. If she ran this place, everyone would be in uniform—no exceptions. She looked around expecting to be challenged, but security was ridiculously lax. She was standing in the hub of the Alliance military, and no one cared to find out if she belonged here! All orders flowed from here, and all reports flowed back. What better place was there for a spy to snoop around?
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