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mirror. Then she dialed the unit temp to HOT, the intensity to
NEEDLE, and stepped under the deluge.

SHIPYEAR 32

TRIPDAY152

THIRD SHIFT

19.45 HOURS

Priscilla rubbed dry eyes and sat back, frowning at the screen. She
was right. At first, she had mistrusted her equations and so
rechecked everything a second time, and a third. There was no
doubt. She wondered what she was going to do now. Contraband
drugs were certainly nothing she wanted to be involved with—and
as cargo master, she had signed for them!

Shaking her head, she leaned over the keyboard again.

First, she told herself, you're going to seal this data under the
cargo master's "Confidential" code. Then you're going to take a
cold needle shower and hope it'll make up for a sleepless
night—you're on duty in an hour! She rose and stretched.

She would make no decisions until she had had at least a shift's
sleep. It was important not to make a mistake.

"The following personnel," blared the speaker over the door, "will
report to Shuttlebay Two at 20.00 hours:

Second Mate Dagmar Collier, Pilot Bern dea'Maan, Cargo Master
Priscilla Mendoza, Cargo-hand Tailly Zeld, Cargo-hand Nik Laz
Galradin."

"What?" Priscilla demanded, spinning to stare at the speaker. Bay
2 at 20.00 hours? That was less than ten minutes from now!

She spun back to the desk and cleared the screen, then spun
again to rake her gaze around the closet-sized room, tallying her
meager possessions. There was nothing she would need on
Jankalim here. Smoothing her hands over her hair, she left the
room.

It was only as she was striding toward Bay 2 that it occurred to her
to wonder why she was needed at all. Jankalim was a drop-only,
the sort of thing most commonly handled by the first or second and
a couple of hands.

Maybe there had been a mistake? There had been no trip