Storming through the Endeavour’s long, curving hallways, Anna was grateful for the gray pants and shirt that she had borrowed from Teryl. She had managed to procure a brown jacket as well. Miraculously, her bank account from her time working on Ragnos was still intact.
With her blue hair tied up in a short ponytail, thin strands framing her face, she moved toward the conference room with a purpose. Several officers in black uniforms passed her, heading in the opposite direction. Each one gave her the briefest glance before continuing on their way.
The corridors were quiet. Almost eerily so. The air had that recycled taste that was so common aboard starships. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant, but it was noticeable. The first chance she got, she was going for a long walk in the woods.
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