- Six years Federal Police Force, last two on Homicide.
- In her cold bedroom chamber, Atana re-read her letter, then pressed the send button on her console.
- "So what's the crisis?" Duram Karr sighed as he slid into a lounge chair in the VIP Room of the Commander's Club.
- "Who gives a shit what the surface track is?" asked Kalypso.
- My hand brushed the shoulder of his jerkin before he twisted away.
- "Sol, it's time. They're ready to see you now."
- WELCOME TO CYBERMATE, THE ONLY WESTERN HEMISPHERE GOVERNMENT-SANCTIONED MATE CERTIFICATION SYSTEM.
I am intrigued. How about you?