MICH DUMPED HER DUFFLE bag and backpack at her feet before turning a wide circle to examine her surroundings. She missed her own sleek Swish series Runner with a fierce ache. When she’d been arrested, it had been sold on her behalf. Not that the extra money had helped her case.
Lazydragon was a ship of oddities. From outside, it looked like a newish, overweight yacht, with no visible weaponry and inside, it looked like they’d built it by hand with the rejected pieces from a tech scrap yard. And she still couldn’t see any weaponry.
Door seals hung loose or were missing in places, overhead lights were cracked or just not working, and the visual screens scattered throughout the main room were clunky, old-style 2-D monitors jammed in place with exposed wiring and mismatched connectors. Her e
