TITLE: Piercing the Darkness
GENRE: Futuristic Romance
Jupiter's sun, Section 10 had gotten something right. Considering their score was zero for five on good intel, accuracy on this particular mission was all the more impressive. From behind a battered wooden crate that smelled like moldy bread, Sidra eyed the reason for her current assignment. A rusty metal cage packed with children, boys and girls, of various ages on their way to new owners.
As in slavery, which, despite the practice being outlawed for centuries, continued to be too lucrative to stop. Her stomach knotted. She hated everything to do with slavery. The parents who sold their children, the Slavers and the buyers.
The Government that lined its own pockets so refused to halt the traffic.
Sidra shifted her weight to her toes, wincing when the muscles in her calves tightened and locked. Gritting her teeth against the cramping pain, she eased her way upward until she could see over the crate's top edge.
For the last hour, she'd seen only three drones. No echoing voices, footsteps or other noise hinted of more, but silence didn't mean the building was empty. Slavers had been known to leave quiescent drones behind, ready for activation with a keystroke.
Lucky for her, the warehouse wasn't full of crates or boxes. This meant there weren't many places a drone could hide. Unlucky for her, there weren't many places she could hide either.