A Hummingbird for a Heart

Jebd is waiting for her when she arrives. The dome of the chopped shop is smaller than the dealership had been and blew instead of orange to blend in with the planet's surface. Two armed guards accompany him guns strapped to their wastes. Jebd walks her through a cavernous warehouse. Large ship parts lined up on rows of floor to ceiling shelving maintained by efficient little warehouse droids. They shuffle between stacks fulfilled by the constant flow of simple, necessary work. She nods to the guards who nod back with a military sort of seriousness. If it were one of my soldiers I'd know how to handle it. Zagreb? You'll be mad if I tell you. And