Asha Domiri’s shuttle stood at the high-security end of the airport.
We walked to it across the empty spot where Ezhya’s craft would have been.
Asha’s craft was a typical run-of-the-mill Asto-built model. Nothing fancy, nothing military except the emblem next to the door which depicted two stylised suns circled by a planetary orbit with the planet drawn in. As with everything in the Asto military forces, the emblem was tense with understatement.
One of Asha’s guards stood outside, in civilian guard clothing. He greeted us with a small nod. Coldi could be oddly intimate and could also behave oddly distant after sharing situations that should afford a bit more familiarity. As it was, this guard acted like he never shared breakfast with us at my dinner table.
After all these years dealing
