Depo 12 - The Clean Room

The bleap of a key badge brought depot twelve's attention back to its censors. Two figures shuffled through, closing it behind them. Every operation in the clean room seemed to pause. If depot trelve could cry, it would have. It coupled from its charging stat sped ahead of 30 19. Forty two. The woman sat on a bench by the lockers, exhaling and closing her eyes. Walter zipped his bag and tucked it under the bench. I'll be back. Don't open the air lock.