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When the military-looking strangers had first come to drag Jamie out of his cell, he's briefly but firmly convinced that Airlock Day has come at last - so much so that it comes almost as a relief when they took him to a small, dark room and shoved him down onto a seat instead.

Almost.

Jamie knows what the combination of military types and small, dark rooms tend to mean. He doesn't recognize these fellows, or their uniforms, but they're a whole lot more - let's say professional - than the Station Security he's dealt with before.

Someone's obviously brought in the big guns.

This isn't going to be fun.