Steris paced in the foyer, wearing a sleek white dress that had been chosen because the magazines said it was fashionable. With her hair braided and her makeup done by a professional for the occasion, she was actually quite pretty. He smiled when he saw her. His stress, his nervousness, melted away a little. Steris looked up as soon as he entered, then hurried to his side. “And?” “I didn’t get killed,” he said, “so there’s that.” She glanced at the clock. “You’re late,” she said, “but not very late.” “I’m . . . sorry?” She’d insisted he go on the raid. She’d planned for it, in fact. Such was
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