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too thin figure, and that was about all that could be said

for them. She had a preoccupied, studious air about her
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that was disconcerting, as if part of her were really some-

where else. She carried a shabby overnight bag that ap-

peared to have been hastily packed, for the tail end of

a blouse fluttered out from the side.

Slung over her shoulder were a small, worn purse and

the strap of a computer case. The case was made of

high-quality leather, appeared to have been packed

neatly and with care, with no odd bulges, no loose straps

or unbuckled buckles. She kept her hand possessively on




the computer case; the purse was forced to trail along

bellind. Obvious where she placed her priorities.

The man entered the lobby almost on the woman's

heels. No need to keep his distance. The hotel was

attached to the busy Megapolis spaceport and the lobby

was crowded with people, either wanting rooms or

checking out.

The lobby was circular, with a gigantic vidscreen al-

most two stories high that loomed over guests, while a

smiling personage with excellent teeth welcomed them