She got up and heaved her bag on to her shoulder. Music was blasting in her ears, and it kept her in a world of her own as she left the shuttle and was taken down the hall by a solemn, pale green woman in a bodysuit. The music kept her from panicking, like it always did. Recruiter Norz had provided her with a crystalline player for her music library that would not require charging. The woman showed her to her quarters and tapped her ear. Sighing, Myra pulled her earbuds out and looked at the woman. “Thank you, Miss Musgrave. This is your com station. Your family has been given a matching terminal, and this is the contact location identifier. You can use it anywhere.” The woman ran through the small dispensing unit in her quarters that would provide her with food for the next two days. She was basically under arrest until the Kameraet came to get her.
