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“I’ll see you there.”
    Era reactivated her eyepiece, and the interface loaded this time. Mali was still logged into the system. Her records search ended, and a new file appeared on the interface.
    Paragon Sublevel Maintenance Crews: Month 6, Days 08-15: Hull Duty Work Order #284: Level Six: Sector 191.32
    Era swallowed hard. Maintenance crew personnel records. This was a work order from months ago, near the time they’d done the hull scans. They were definitely investigating the hull breach. What else could it be?
    On the London , personnel files were kept for a few months and then purged. Hardly anyone ever reviewed them. And when they did, it was never a good thing.
    She should take the eyepiece off. She didn’t have the clearance to see this.
    After the riots, guards had come to the London . Era had been there when her father’s replacement had accessed the ship’s personnel files. They’d combed through them to find the colonists who’d coordinated the fleet-wide uprising. The traitors had been places on the ship they never should have been, and they’d sent and received comms from others who’d been found guilty.
    It had been enough to condemn them. Seven colonists from the London were airlocked the following day.
    The new file blinked at Era, and she swallowed. Something tugged at her chest, the same sense of wrongness that had tried to get her attention earlier, back in the cubic. If Dritan’s crew had never had hull duty, hadn’t been trained to fix the hull, why would they have been called during a hull breach? To help with the evacuation? There were plenty of guards on level six to handle that…
    Mali hadn’t left the archives yet, but she’d be done soon.
    Era made her decision and tapped the file with one shaking hand. She flicked through the list as fast as she could.
    Names. Pictures. Every location each worker had used a shift card during the time period. Dread grew in her gut as she moved through them. She recognized these faces. She’d never spoken to most of them, but she’d seen them all before.
    One was a young woman with blue eyes and white-blond hair. Janet Lanar . Era had seen her more than a few times up on observation with her little girl. Janet had been one of the few people on this ship who’d acted welcoming to Era and Zephyr.
    Era rushed through the next few, heart pounding.
    His familiar face shimmered into existence before her. He looked so handsome, so confident in his green sublevel suit.
    Dritan Corinth.

 
    Era’s first instinct was to delete Dritan’s record, but she stopped herself, her mind racing . Would they blame Dritan and his crew for the breach? Her eyes flicked back and forth between his image and the glass archive doors. Mali walked through them, making the decision for her. There was no time to do anything.
    Era’s hand shook as she accessed the memory core and deleted her eyepiece signature from the file.
    “Did you fix it?” Mali asked, coming around the station, archive case in hand.
    Done.
    Era exhaled and stepped away from the machine. “Yeah. It works now.”
    “Good job. Thank you.” Mali checked her work and patted Era on the arm. She set the case on the station and opened it.
    A row of small silver cubes rested on the spongy inner material. She retrieved the cube with the maintenance crew records from the stationary, added it to the case, and closed it.
    Era turned and hurried back to cubic three, her eyes burning. She should have deleted Dritan’s records from the cube. But if she had—and they’d discovered it—they’d think she and Dritan were trying to hide something.
    Why had Dritan lied to her? In the entire time they’d lived on the Paragon, he’d never once mentioned having hull duty. How could he not tell her he’d worked the sector where the breach happened?
    Era entered the cubic, sat down at the table, and put her hands over her eyes.
    Zephyr walked in after her. “I’m gonna get the best helio burn ever tomorrow. Told