It was a huge globular satellite, with all the interior decks and bulkheads removed so that it was as hollow as an enormous soap bubble. The shell of the “bubble” was transparent, except for small disks around the various air locks.
There must have been more than a thousand people present already, Leoh guessed as he took a first fook at the milling throng floating weightlessly through the vast globe. They seemed to be suspended over his head, many of them upside down, others hanging sideways or calmly drifting along and gesturing, deep in conversationMost f them held drinks in sealed plastic squeeze containers with straws poking out from their tops. The crowd formed a dizzying kaleidoscope overhead: brilliant costumes, Hashing jewelry, buzzing voices, crackling laughter, all mixing and gliding effortlessly in mid-air. Leoh put a hand out to Hector, to steady himself. “Must be some sort of grav field along the shell,” the Watchman said, pulling one boot tacldly from the floor. “For the fainthearted, I suppose,” Leoh said. The other shuttle passengers were streaming past them and launching themselves Hke swimmers away from the air lock, coasting gracefully up into the huge chamber.
Looking around, Leoh saw refreshment bars spotted along the shell, and more floating overhead. He turned back to Hector and said, “Why don’t you go look for Geri, and I’ll try to find Harold.” ——ilT fe^^SlisT’ *”-^ A? ‘ ‘ ‘, i ” r
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“Nonsense! There are no Kerak assassins in this crowd. Go find Geri.”