The only way she could describe the décor of the room was clinical. The walls had a too-clean shine and a single light disc in the ceiling glowed with a vibrant electric blue. Even the chair she sat in didn't feel right. It was hard, unyielding; designed for nothing but functionality. Beside her Vasco, for the first time in the whole venture, looked out of his element. He was hunched in his chair, trying to fit his large frame onto the metallic skeletal thing they'd provided. It would have been amusing had it not been for the watchful gaze of the third person in the room.
Turning her attention from the furnishings, Codi looked across the featureless slate-grey table at the man opposite them. He looked like a bureaucrat – no, the bureaucrat – kitted out in a suit of deep midnight blue, spl
