Chapter Ten
Cappra – Evening
Torrin slowed and melted into the crowd unnoticed. He’d jogged several miles from the Space Port on the outskirts of the city. Cappra was a thriving metropolis, with millions of visitors from every planet represented in the Intergalactic Council each year. Tall glass buildings reflected the many lights of the city as dusk gave way to the darkness of night. He’d traded the clothing he’d procured on Mora Five, along with a few black market items, for the traditional garb worn on Cappra. A close fitting, synthetic shirt and loose pants, with a soft, furl-ike overcoat and boots.
Happy revelers intermingled with others just trying to get home, their faces drawn and tense. He followed the rhythm of the crowd, unhurried and seemingly without any real destination.
