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Jamo Jakatta
Like a wayward satellite spinning into and sling-shotting out of planetary orbit, Jamo had gone from one group of revellers to another. Some had been happy to see him, some had tolerated him only until he'd fluked a winning hand in their game of cards. Against all laws of common sense, he'd even laid a few bets which he was going to pay for in the morning with one hell of a hangover. Until then, though, he was feeling good and right on course to drift into another stellar body's orbit.
A light, barely-passable jog brought him alongside Grace Van-Derveld. As he slowed to a walk that would put him in step with the Intel agent, he gave her a wry grin, oblivious to how surly she'd become.
“Tell me you aren't leaving so soon!”