Kilews — Updated

She wiped her hands on her coveralls. “The drive can’t handle a gravity well that deep. We need a new—”

Voss’s face went pale, then hard. “You weren't supposed to see those.” kilews

“The lock is weak. The seal is false. You are not a thief, but you will be a thief.” She wiped her hands on her coveralls

“Stow the chatter, Kilews,” Voss had grumbled that morning, slapping a data-slate onto her workbench. “We’ve got a priority run. Gilded trinkets to Velorum Prime. High pay. Low questions.” ” Voss had grumbled that morning

Her blood went cold. It knew her name.