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A SMALL PERSONNEL carrier waited on the other side of the fence. The Indrahui with the sunglasses waited for me; the other followed right behind me. The man had to duck to avoid hitting his head on the ceiling.
I sat down on a rearward-facing bench, between the two obsidian figures, breathing the scent of raw onions that always hung around Indrahui people.
Nations of Earth guards faced us, their gazes anywhere but on me and my escort. One slid the door shut, enclosing us in a cocoon of uncomfortable silence. I and my very non-Earthly staff on one side, Nations of Earth military facing us, eyeing one another.
I shivered and wished I’d taken a second treatment capsule that morning. My body was being prepared for life in a hot place. My skin blocked all warmth from sunlight, while enlar
