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at her forehead. Something didn't feel right here. Shereached for them with her mind. Their emotions
were a confused jumble. They were in a hurry not to leave her but to go someplace else. Then what Tiny
said about the high scorers in the VR game suddenly clicked into place. They were worried about being
late for this afternoon's EVA flight class.

The lift door slid shut. тАЬDeck two, please,тАЭ she said. Her hands were shaking.

Those punks were going out to the Pot of Gold. What if they found what she wanted to find? She'd kick
herself silly if that happened. Especially if they found proof of Sidhe existence and didn't even know what
they had. A project of the import of Pot of Gold deserved better than a pair of low class hooligans
masquerading as scientific researchers. She could finish her medical schooling any time she wanted. But
she might only get one chance at something like this.

Tiny was busy dickering over the price of a couple of used EVA suits when she reentered his store. He
glanced at Cait and nodded. She went over to a pile of scuffed boots and sorted through them until he
finished his transaction.

A hopeful question filled Tiny's face while she walked up and laid her hands on his counter. тАЬSign me up
for that class. Do you have any spare EVA suits for sale that'll match up with my skinsuit?тАЭ

****

An hour and a half later, Cait shifted her shoulders under the full weight of her EVA gear and stepped
out of the maintenance lift into the unheated storage hold of Deck Six. It was worth it to feel Kyle's and
Dushawn's astonishment when they turned around and saw her walk over and stand in line with them.

Standing there on the other side of the vast metal cavern of the hold was their instructor. He turned
around and unfurled his wings. Tall and forbidding, he looked like a matte-black chimera with his bat
wings and black visored helmet. Now she knew who provided the template for the master image in
Tiny's VR game. The opaque visor of his helmet completed the illusion of inhumanity.

His jet black boots clicked against the deck's metal grid. тАЬMy name's Edelmiro Jesus Santiago de
ArroyoтАЭ He tapped his finger at the circle name patch on his right shoulder. It had jagged lightning bolts
stabbing at the word тАЬIndio.тАЭ тАЬBut I prefer to be calledIndio .тАЭ

She liked that. Nice and easy to remember. She didn't feel any emotions leaking out from him. She liked
that too. Especially after the incident in the elevator, she'd rather deal with someone with a mature
emotional attitude. Their lessons should proceed without any distractions.

Indiopointed his gloved finger at the swollen lip and goose egg that marred Dushawn's dark-skinned
features. тАЬWhat happened?тАЭ

Indio's voice sounded very raspy and guttural to Cait. Was it a deliberate distortion of his suit's speaker
system? She couldn't tell. All she knew was that it scrabbled at her senses like a wounded claw.

тАЬUh,тАЭ Dushawn gulped. тАЬWhen we picked up our stuff...тАЭ His angry gaze flickered towards Cait. Kyle
shot him a warning glance. тАЬ... I tripped and ran into the door, sir.тАЭ
 Indioturned to the next victim in the lineup. He tapped the Celtic circle on Kyle's suit, then tilted Kyle's
face sideways for a better view of his black eyes and bruised nose. тАЬAnd you?тАЭ