7
A SHOUT CAME FROM the eating room, and chairs scraped back. A few voices protested.
“What the . . .” Uncle put down his spoon and left the kitchen, looking concerned. Grandma muttered, “Not that again.”
Melati went to the door and looked out.
Two men in white uniforms stood at the door into JeJe. Tier 1 enforcers, the Taurus Army badge clearly displayed on their uniforms. One tag read Kessler and the other Heslop. She had never seen these men before. The Taurus Army must have had a personnel change.
“Spot check,” yelled the Heslop. His Standard sounded harsh amongst the soft tones of B3.
His Kessler mate went to the closest table, pulling a scanner from his belt. The table happened to be that of the three hypertech youths. They held out their arms and the enforcer ran the scanner o
