Tarkus led Kaira down the corridor from the hangar, studying the places they passed. He looked at the first bar they reached for a few moments, then shook his head and moved on. The second he hardly even glanced at. When they reached the third, a bar with a large sign proclaiming it as Uncle Jeff’s, he stopped and studied it carefully before speaking.
“This is the one,” he said.
“But there are people outside with machine guns!” said Kaira.
She thought she’d spoken quietly enough not to be heard by the guards, but one of the three turned and smiled at her.
“We’ve got these to keep you safe, sweety!” said the guard.
Kaira was surprised to realise the guard was a woman. Under the heavy armour and helmet it had been impossible to tell.
“That’s why I chose it,” said Tarkus. “Everythi
