Chapter Twenty-Eight
Jens was getting ready to leave the shuttle, with all his devices in his pockets. He looked convincingly like a Freeranger. Tina only hoped that she passed as well.
She checked all her false identification cards, that they were all tucked away in different pockets in her clothes. She checked the pockets and checked them again.
The door opened, letting in a waft of unpleasant smelling, humid air.
Jens frowned. “Does this place always stink like this?”
Tina barely remembered last time when the Alethia docked at the station. It seemed so long ago. She vaguely remembered thinking that there was a stale smell, but didn’t remember whether it had been this bad. She didn’t think so.
A man in station overalls came to the opening. He said something in Sinolese that Tina di
