6
Gia
The best cure for the burning ache of a knife wound is probably sleep, but Gia still has work to do tonight. Fortunately, there’s a run-down little watering hole just down the corridor from the hotel, and a drink could just be the next best thing.
Gia settles into a spot at the far end of the bar where her back’s to the wall and she can see the door, then scrolls through her messages. One from Calanthe Yang finalizing details for the meeting tomorrow. One from the medtech she left in charge back in Bulari, updating her on the status of the human rubble left in the wake of the war. She scrolls through until she finds the name she wants.
Manu Juric: No significant improvement.
A hot stab of disappointment pierces her gut. She downs the rest of her beer, orders another. Opens a mes
