![]() ![]() Carly was already at the door, hopping from foot to foot and swinging her arms. ![]() Jen checked her wrist controls to ensure everything was airtight. People didn’t end up on Station 331 by accident, and out of the three of them, Carly was the least suited to endure the isolation and monotony. Jen had never asked exactly what Carly had done to get herself condemned to their tiny station on Perros’s second moon, and Carly hadn’t volunteered the information-but it must have been bad. “Damn, but I’ve been looking forward to getting out of this joint.” She wiggled her fingers experimentally then shot Jen a grin through the tinted glass of her helmet. They made her feel secure, as though nothing could get to her.Ĭarly locked her gloves into place. A lot of outpost staff complained about having to wear the thick suits during routine patrols, but Jen liked them. Jen snapped her helmet into place, enjoying the quiet hiss and click that told her it was locked. ![]()
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