Four
They asked her to stand, arms by her side. They told her to look straight ahead. Her Chief Supervisor, smaller than average, sweating, stood in front of her. Two assistants flanked him, with another couple behind. She’d already spotted the weapons on their hips.
There would be more personnel beyond the door and that huge mirror of one-way glass.
“State your assignation.”
“Full title NuGamma Eksi. Code NG6. Familiar Kesia,” she recited.
The Chief Supervisor nodded, and she noticed his blink, noticed the twitch in his trace as he made a note of her response somewhere in the system.
She studied him further. Five point eight seven metres tall, heart-rate ninety-three beats per second. His adrenaline was raised, and she read other data that indicated a state of mild arousal. He wore
