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Adams said nothing as they walked the long corridor to the elevators at the end of the hallway. Behind them, two jailer bots trailed like obedient dogs, their hulking forms casting a shadow over Grace.
Trials were held in the basement of the jail so that prisoners never left the confines of the bio-sealed building. They would have fed Grace’s biometrics into the building’s system as soon as she arrived. Now, even if she were to somehow escape her cell, there wasn’t a window or door that could let her out. She would be a rat in a maze, cutting corner after corner, without an exit in sight.
“Can you tell me who is on the tribunal?” Grace noted the pulse jumping in her throat and her queasy stomach.
Even though there wasn’t a face she wouldn’t recognize, she was still nervous. She’d k
