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them, and yawned again. She looked groggy, exhausted.

Those jump-flights were killers. When you finally get to

sleep, a steward wakes you up to tell you the ship is

going into hyperspace and would you please make cer-

tain your webbing is fastened, don't eat or drink any-
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thing for the next hour, and try to relax and ignore the

fact that your insides feel like they're now on the

outside.



The man knew what flight the woman had taken. He

counted on the fact that she wouldn't be operating at

one hundred percent efficiency. Odds were that she

would not have noticed him anyway, but he didn't rely

on odds, never took chances.

She arrived at the front of the line and did precisely

what the man had been expecting her to do. She placed

the overnight bag on the floor at her feet, shoved the

computer case to the back, brought her purse to the

front. She reached inside her purse to retrieve her plas-

tic. Sliding the card into the machine, she leaned forward

to let the machine scan her eyeball, and said "Darlene

Mohini" in a sleepy voice. She repeated her name when

the machine announced tersely that it hadn't under-