Zara moved through the facility like she'd walked these corridors a thousand times. Solomon followed close behind her, Dylan at his side. The worker hall stretched ahead—a cavernous space filled with aliens of every description. The hum of machinery and the murmur of alien voices filled the air.
It turned out she knew more people here than expected. Solomon's suspicion of her began to grow. She seemed overly familiar with the staff.
"Zara. What are you doing here?" a bald, pink-headed alien asked, looking at her with deep suspicion. "You have been going into the restricted area repeatedly. That place is forbidden."
Zara cleared her throat, then looked at him and smiled smoothly. "No, I was just given a task and went to check around the area."
"Yes, okay. I am watching you," the bald alien said. He pointed two fingers at his own eyes, then pointed them directly at Zara.
