Tool satchel slung over her shoulder, Nosuma approached the building entrance, dressed in her digs. The loose khaki cloth did little to beautify her appearance, the drab, shapeless garb nearly obscuring her already thin physique. Boyish, she"d always been called.
The two security personnel at the door demanded her ID. They exchanged a glance and waved her through. Nosuma didn"t remember seeing them the day before.
She found Doctor Kaonde in his office. “Where to, today, Doctor?”
Tugulu Kaonde looked over from a holoscreen filled with text. The image collapsed, and he pushed away from his desk. “We"ll forego touring other sites for now, Doctor. We"ve received several threats overnight.” He gestured at a map on the wall. “I"m assigning you to Naletale, north of here, halfway up the contin
