Chapter 10

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They went to an unpromising restaurant. When Taya saw the look on Barb’s face, she patted Barb on the arm reassuringly. “Trust me, it’s the kind of place our cover identities would eat at.”

“Even when they’ve got several thousand credits in cash to buy an illegal weapon?”

“Old habits die hard. Sit down.”

Barb sat. The “restaurant” was barely more than a jumped-up noodle bar. Probably once mobile, it had settled into one spot and put up an awning. The “kitchen” was still in what had once been a van, but they employed waitresses to take your order rather than having customers line up at the counter.

“Also,” Taya said, “the food is delicious.”