The instant the airlock opened, Desa went bounding out at full speed. She didn’t seem to care about the trio of uniformed guards that stood between her and the viewing platform. Luckily, all of them were smart enough to get out of the way.
Leaning against the wall, Anna rolled her eyes. “And they call me impulsive…” She stepped out of the airlock and nodded to the guards who hesitantly approached the shuttle. “It’s okay, guys. She’s not gonna hurt anyone.”
The leader of the trio, a tall, lanky man with olive skin and sharp eyes, replied with a grunt of disapproval. “Ma’am,” he began. “Can I see some credentials?”
“Well, there’s a treat!” Anna said. “Someone who doesn’t know me.”
“Oh, I know perfectly well who you are,” the guard insisted. “But there’s protocol in situations like this.”
