Chapter 13“Mr Kahdil?” Stanten said, glancing at her tablet as the man approached the airlock. He carried a small duffel over one shoulder, pulled a small steamer trunk, and wore a long, encompassing overcoat of military cut. His stride alone told her that here was at least an ex-soldier.
“Captain Stanten?” He offered his hand for a shake.
“In the flesh. Welcome aboard the Harriet Tubman, sir.”
“Thank you. I assume my payment has been processed.”
“Yes, that’s gone through. Before you come aboard officially, I need to scan your bags for anything dangerous to the ship, or illegal to transport.”
They went aboard and Stanten put the bags through the scanning process, finding nothing to worry her.
“Thanks. That’s all fine.” She tapped at her tablet to register him as a passenger officiall
