Isara didn"t really care.
She moved through the gray-walled corridor in simple black pants and a matching short-sleeved blouse, keeping her head down. Going anywhere with her face uncovered felt wrong to her now, but she could hardly move about a space station in a long, flowing cloak. From what little she knew of the Earthers" legends, their Death figure wore similar clothing. Isara found that fitting. No one who saw her questioned her presence, and that meant her plan was still working.
A set of double doors in the wall to her left was shut tight. Isara pressed her hand to the palm scanner and watched a horizontal line slide up and down the screen before the device let out a beep.
She tapped one finger against the screen to bring up a menu. Her bio-metric ID had passed inspection, but
