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Breach Hall


Seignur Veeoni drove her usual route to the off-site workroom. She looked neither to the left nor the right, her thoughts less on the route and more on the work to be done.

Arriving, she placed her hand against the reader, the door opened—

And there was an arm around her throat and a hard object pressed to the side of her head.

Her heartbeat spiked; her breath came fast.

Interesting, she thought. Perhaps this was what overconfidence felt like.

“Who are you?” she demanded, hearing her voice quaver. “What do you want?”

“Anj Formyne, Researcher. Just want to chat a little about your new line of work.”

Seignur Veeoni sat quietly. The pressure of the object against her head increased.

“Take us inside,” snapped Anj Formyne.

Seignur Veeoni reached carefully for the stick, and drove the jitney into the workroom.

The door slid closed, and the lock engaged, glowing bright blue in the dim, empty hallway.


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