Chapter 62
She'd made it. Months after the day a woman with a now-forgotten name had left the red sands of Mars. Another woman had arrived here. One who looked similar, her face young and without scars. Her eyes bright with naive hope. She was on Luna and the transformation to her last persona was nearly complete. Red stood patiently in line for the customs counters. The tightly controlled, quiet halls of Luna’s main dock was a stark contrast to the bustle and noise she’d left behind on the Halo. People waited in hushed silence. Conversations were whispered under the glaring eyes of military police who stood sentinel in lines along the walls. Each one looked identical to his or her neighbours; dark grey uniform, high collared and finished with a flat, peaked cap of blood red. They carried firearms
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