Chapter 61

They approached panels halfway down the corridor from the transport. The panels opened in an instant and out stepped the physical reincarnation of Marilyn Monroe.

“I know,” the vision snapped, “deal with it.” The Marilyn clone turned her back and waved the small party into the room.

TeZarron looked as if he had been struck dumb. He turned, bowed slightly from the waist, “Fem Sinclair. I apologize for the haste and the necessity of the intrusion. Anya will not need your hospitality for more than a rising. I beg for your tolerance and understanding.”

The blonde ignored TeZarron and reached around to Anya, “Hi, Cynthia Sinclair, Syn, for short. Welcome. Second bunk is on that side. I’ll help you get settled.”

Anya was fascinated. Syn had totally ignored TeZarron, but Anya felt the tether. TeZarron bowed slightly again in her direction and then Anya’s.