Harvo looked through a microscope while she tapped her blue-tipped fingers on a mini pad. Over her head, codes and symbols, maybe equations—who knew?—covered a screen. She wore white baggies and a white sleeveless tee—tame for her, if you discounted the figure of a woman on the back of her shirt flying through what appeared to be a meteor storm above the planet. She tapped her feet, one, then the other, so her glittery blue toes sparkled through the clear boots. Blue, Eve assumed, ranked as color of the day, since Harvo had gone for it with her short, spiky hair. She shifted, swiveled. Eve
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