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“BLUE, FORTY-FOUR.”
The guard came to Izramith after the end of the shift, when she had just handed over her position to the Green guard. Izramith acknowledged her colleague with a short bow. Blue Eight, a senior leader, and one of the guards of whom Izramith knew the identity. It was hard to hide the vengeful personality that was Nayani. She could never wipe the sneer entirely from her face, or make the tone of her voice neutral. Some people couldn’t be anonymous, no matter how much they tried.
“Commander wants to see you in the office.”
“Acknowledged.”
Blue Eight/Nayani turned on her heel and made back for the brightly lit entrance to the settlement.
Izramith cringed inside. This was going to be about missing that woman’s bag the previous day, or not checking the man who had been
