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The Return of Steele: Awakening

She looked back to the woman, who’s mask of calm was shattered as she starred at the gaping hole in the wall. “I want a shuttle to the surface, and my clothes,” Steele said as if nothing had happened. With a shaking hand, the woman pointed at a row of shelves on the other side of the room. Steele quickly dressed and braided her hair into four long strands. She stepped up to the woman and looked into her still shocked eyes. “Which way to the shuttle bay?”

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