“One ticket for Bakersfield, please.”

Vash stood in front of the ticket imprinter as it scanned her athletic, nearly six-foot tall frame — she wore a well-fitted, one-piece active suit, giving the impression of super-heroic prowess, but the anxious look on her face negated most of that. Ilana calmly waited behind her with trepidation; she knew what her look meant...

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