Bram recognized the workers before they recognized him.
Three stood beneath the loading canopy outside the emergency stores. One was checking a route sheet against a board fixed to the wall. Another had a bundle of keys and a radio. The third leaned on a long-handled tool, resting her weight on her sound leg.
He had once made them wait under this canopy while an Aegis inspection passed through their work area. He remembered the wet ground, the order in his pocket and his own relief when nobody challenged him. He had not remembered their faces until he needed the routes they knew.
The woman with the tool saw him first.
“No,” she said.
Bram stopped outside the canopy.
“I need to ask about the ambulance approach.”
“Ask somebody you didn’t threaten.”
