Chapter 12Lydia looked up from the half-eaten meal.
A lab-coated man stood in front of the glasma door, a biometer in hand. “Nurse Galen Liakos,” he said. “Please step out of the cell so I can examine you. Colonel's orders.”
She frowned, bewildered. The female guards on either side of the nurse looked as puzzled as she felt. “I'm a prisoner. Why would Colonel Remes give a grape leaf?”
The nurse shrugged. “Patient refusing to cooperate,” he said to the air, as if reciting to a machine.
“I didn't say I wouldn't cooperate.” She rose and stepped to the door, which slid aside.
The two guards held their blasma pistols at ready, their tips glowing.
“Step this way and stop here,” the nurse said. “Now turn around. Pull the formall off your shoulders and lower it to your waist.”
Lydia did as
