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Streetsense Warning
As usual, in the morning, all the vague fears of the night before seemed foolish. Oh, I still intended to research the fates of my predecessors, but it didn’t seem nearly as urgent. Besides, we were two weeks from Fistfight City. Plenty of time.
I ate breakfast alone in my room, but I was only halfway through my poached smokebird when Meta knocked. (Somehow, I knew it was her even before I checked the security monitor.) At least she knocked this time, I thought, cinching up the fuzzy bathrobe I’d put on when I’d come out of the shower.
Somewhat reluctantly, I let her in. She bustled in with a level of energy I found disgusting at that time of shipday. “Good morning!” she chirped. “Why, you’re not even dressed yet, sleepyhead.”
“I wasn’t expecting visitors,” I sai
