18
MELATI LEFT THE OFFICE at a trot, through the crowded passage, the low-ceilinged market area, into the station hall, where it was almost empty. The enforcers had cordoned off an area with rope and rows of chairs, she supposed to keep a passage clear for the incoming refugees. A couple of bored guards hung around near the lifts, which were unused, the doors yawning open. The mining shifts had started more than an hour ago.
The display above the door said that the ship Felicity from New Pyongyang was due in an hour and a half. Felicity was a huge ISF vessel. Where were they going to put all those people? She hadn’t even noticed yesterday’s arrival, but this would be different.
A chilling thought: there was only one place to put them: in the BC block, where Rina’s ghost still lingered.
