New Beginning 733

There's a special kind of shame in walking through a crowded space terminal in handcuffs. Something about having two uniformed guards part the crowd before you with their heavy-duty blaster rifles; something in the way mothers of young children draw their kids back and stare at you with a strange cocktail of fear and loathing splashed across their faces.

Sawyer let herself scan the crowd once, a small form of self-flagellation, as she exited the hover-car and stepped into the space terminal. H...