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Keltie slammed the control panel as she watched the gray dot make its way slowly across the wispy face of the planet. She hit the panel so hard someone’s plastic cup fell over and spilled coffee on the metal grille floor.
“Sorry,” Keltie said. “But this really pisses me off.”
She picked up the cup and put it forcefully back on the panel. She gave Emina an angry glare.
“Why didn’t you tell me there was another broker visiting?” she asked.
Emina shrugged. “I didn’t know.”
Keltie turned to Kamala, who was inching toward a pillar to hide.
“What about the staging crew? Didn’t they notice?” Keltie asked.
Kamala’s eyes were frightened. “N-Not if the cruiser didn’t pass over them. A lot of them are interns, so they wouldn’t know to scan the skies,” Kamala said.
“It wouldn’t matter,” Emi
