Chapter 5“You're who?!” Lydia stared through the bars at the badge.
“Imperial Bureau of Suspicion,” it said in bright red letters, the man's name, “Doukas,” prominent below that. And then the man holding it whisked it away.
“What'd you say your name was?” she asked again with a sneer.
Furious that they'd imprisoned her father for no good reason, she was now doubly furious that she'd been detained. The foul atmosphere of Theogony didn't help, its air without the methanogens that thickened and sweetened Kziznvxrz. The atmosphere of her home world contained nearly five percent ammonia, hydrogen, carbon dioxide, and methane, giving it the sweet smells of anaerobic decomposition.
“Listen, Dickass, I'm a citizen of Kziznvxrz. You can't hold me against my will. You've got no jurisdiction.”
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