10
MELATI RAN THROUGH the corridors, and held her arm out for the enforcers at the checkpoint under the watchful eyes of a couple of men from Harto’s hansip. A bunch of returning miners were queued up on the other side. At least she didn’t have to wait in that line.
Three New Hyderabad merchants sat in the café looking bored. They weren’t even using their infopads. An enforcer stood with his back to the wall watching them. The merchants watched him back.
Melati sprinted across the hall and arrived at the entrance of the lift to the base puffing.
“Late, huh?” said the single construct soldier at the entry to the base as he punched his security code to call the lift.
“Yeah.”
They waited.
“Don’t you get bored standing here all day?”
The light above the lift doors zoomed along the slid
