CHAPTER 51

REPATRIATION

The attendants gave her a dossier containing her new orders and an entrance code. She had a week’s furlough before she had to report. The guards were gone.

They escorted her to the underground foyer of the building in her new, well-fitting uniform. A private skimmer waited for her, the windows darkened. The trip lasted too long. The driver never spoke.

The entrance code belonged to an apartment across the East River from her last one, far above the distant commotion of the belts and skimmer traffic.

Malila’s O-A came alive for the first time in six months as she entered.

Welcome home, Malila!

Edie, it has be...

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