seawall_glen
Synopsis
An idealistic young woman travels to a distant outpost to engage in humanitarian duties, but finds corruption and abuse of a sort she never imagined before.
Excerpt
Malak looked out the window again, just as the tram began to crest the penumbra. Lights flicked on, outside and inside, as the view gradually darkened and they moved further onto the dark side of the Moon. There were hushed sounds of awe from those who hadn't made the trip before. More lights shone in the distance, signaling the presence of more mines and other operations. Rhys watched Malak patiently until she responded. "I guess so." She looked back and met his gaze.
"You ever know something for certain even though it seems to come out of nowhere, and is obvious to no one else? That hunch you had about Nicholson. That sense you got, whatever it was, that made you search for the story on Billie." His words were firm, but his dark eyes were soft. "That's the kind of certainty that tells people who they are on the inside, and only needs to be confirmed on the outside. It's a revelation, really, not a change for them."
