3
Motley
Manu’s new friends are waiting for him inside a cavernous warehouse. Kai blacked out the spinner’s windows on the way here, but they’re somewhere near the docking yards, Manu thinks. He can feel the building shudder as one of the larger cargo haulers takes off rumbling into orbit. It’s midday — Manu wonders just how long he was out — but he can’t see a thing out the warehouse windows. They’re all too high and smoky, light filtering thin and miserly through them.
The warehouse is set up like an ops center: screens and desks, cots lined up like they expect everyone to settle in for a few days. Manu can feel his neck cricking already as he frowns at the narrow beds.
“Make yourself at home,” Kai tells him.
“Where’s my gear?”
Kai just walks away from him, and Manu doesn’t press i
