As they stood in the docking bay of the research station, Erik leaned over to whisper to Jia, “You think he’s going to buy that we’re inspectors with me wearing my duster?”
“Too late to complain about that,” she replied. “Besides, the rest of us are in suits, and yes, you probably should have worn one. We’re supposed to be in disguise here.”
“I’m not the only person in the UTC who wears a duster.”
“A suit next time,” Jia insisted.
Erik waved his hands. “Okay, okay. You win.”
The landing went without problems, and they didn’t encounter a single laser, bullet, or missile on entry. Kant and Anne remained on standby in the transport posing as the pilots. That ensured at least two people had easy access to exos and heavy weapons at all times. Neither agent seemed all that eager to poke aro
