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"I have what I came here with," Kendra said, scared again.

"Then with your permission, we can move your car as parts. This will make it harder to trace you, and
gain you some more funds."

Kendra though for a moment only and agreed.

"Fine. I'm afraid we must keep you under guard for the time being." Maartens waved and the guard
approached. "Corporal Romar," she said, "you are to accompany Sergeant Pacelli. She has free access
to unrestricted areas, but only under escort. Find her secure quarters in the guest wing tonight. Keep me
informed of anything relevant. She is not to leave."

"Yes, ma'am," the young woman replied. Turning to Kendra she said, "Please come with me, Sergeant."

Kendra stepped into the hall. After the door was closed, Romar asked, "Where do you wish to go,
Sergeant?"

"I . . . don't know," Kendra replied. "I'd like to get some clothes and some lunch, if possible."

"Certainly. Would you like a shower, too?"

Kendra realized how stressed and exhausted she was. It had been less than six hours since her ordeal
started, but seemed like a week. She needed a shower, both to wash away cold, clammy sweat and to
relax. "Please," she said. "And call me Kendra."

"Okay. Follow me, Kendra. And you can call me Jelsie, since it doesn't appear I'll have to shoot you
anytime soon." There was a disturbing dryness to the joke.

They wound up at what apparently were Romar's quarters. The room was small but well appointed and
had a fantastic comm system. "Shower's in there," Kendra was told, as the woman pointed through a
door. "I'll be next, so don't take too long."

Kendra gratefully made use of very luxurious facilities, borrowed soap and shampoo and was surprised
to find her bag waiting when she got out. All ID had been removed, but her clothes and personal items
were intact. She picked casual clothes, dressed and entered the room.

Jelsie was sprawled in a chair, watching a news load. "You're on vid again," she said. "What evidence
are they basing all this on?"

"I belong to the same unit as those responsible. And I deal with logistics," Kendra quipped.

"I can see that. You have a felon's eyes. I'm about to shower. My orders are to keep you secure. You
can sit in here and we'll talk through the door while I do, but I have to cuff you to the doorknob.
Otherwise, I lock you in a guest room and come back for you. Sorry, but that's as much leeway as I
have."
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