Rajel knocked on the heavy, wooden door of a townhouse, the third one in a block of seven. The homes in this part of the city were all squeezed in close together with no space between them. Thin walls that allowed muffled voices to come through at all hours were the only thing that separated you from your neighbours.
Lakan Toveer was located in Antaur’s southern hemisphere, which meant it was summer here. That was one thing he hated about traveling to other planets; you had to bring your entire closet with you. An assignment might have you hopping from Gate to Gate to Gate, passing through a dozen different climates. Not that it mattered much, since he was living on the Scrappy.
The door swung inward, and a plump, matronly woman stuck her head out. He recognized the contours of his mothe
