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"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."

"I guess so," Kendra replied. The Freeholders apparently took
security a lot more seriously than the UN forces. Romar ordered
her to sit in the corner and to not move without permission. The
cuff was firm on her wrist and she said so.

"It'll loosen up with wear," Romar joked with a friendly grin, but