Chapter Thirty-Seven
June 7, 2229, Chang’e City, the Moon, Bar Four Symbols
The air stank of sweat and liquor. Too many bodies were packed into too tight a space, a common problem in most lunar buildings. The weapons store they had visited the day before had been much the same. Chang’e City should have been named “Cramped City.”
Jia chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” Erik asked. They’d been using the disguises on and off, but it was hard for him to get used to looking at the unfamiliar face. He could see hints of her beautiful face in the disguise, which made it even more unsettling.
At least the bar was familiar.
He’d never been there before but traveling across human space had reinforced that few things truly changed about humanity, no matter how much distance one added. Human civilizati
