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IT WAS LIKE ENTERING another world, one of sophistication, muted sounds and softly beeping equipment. Devlin sat at the main communication console, together with Reida and Eva and Alma, both looking at us with wide eyes. Lenka was with them, but she merely glanced up. I remembered her telling me that her husband was into boxing, so maybe some blood and dust didn’t bother her. As an aside, I wondered why he wasn’t here.
Margarethe sat on the other side of the aisle with her reader on her lap, where she had been writing something. She gestured me to the seat opposite her.
“Tea?”
“That would be great.” When one had run through a dusty paddock, had been shot at and dodged explosions, tea was an awesome thing to have. “I’ll make the seat dirty, though.”
“If that’s the worst we’ll have t
