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The elevator ride from the shuttle bay on Station Twelve to the concourse level was a little disorienting, the slow increase of gravity causing a few flutters in Anna's stomach. All six of them were pressed together in this cramped space, and no one was talking. She supposed no one knew what to say.
Young Raynar stood with his arms folded, frowning down at the floor. A sheen of sweat glistened on his forehead. The poor boy likely doesn't know what to make of this? Bleakness, he probably thinks we'll experiment on him.
Jena stood in front of her with hands clasped behind her back, fixated on the door as if she expected to find a dozen hissing vipers on the other side. No doubt she was less than thrilled by the prospect filing a report on her unauthorized raid on the Ganymede space sta
