A senior officer in a dark formal uniform steps into a busy lower-city bar as Sera and Roxy stand together to receive him near the bar. The room is at least half full, with seated patrons and small standing groups watching him with cold, distrustful expressions, while the women remain calm and fully in control of the tense, hostile atmosphere.
There had never been much doubt their invitation would be accepted. They had given him very little choice.
The guard did not come to the Hub to search it. He came to hear its voice.
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