Chapter 8
The Hidden Hangar
The clues converge, pointing to Zorp's hidden space station, a marvel of questionable engineering. Mia and Marcus devise a daring plan: infiltrate the station disguised as catering staff, blending in with the eccentric clientele expected for Zorp's exclusive auction. Their disguises are as questionable as their chances.
The scent of ozone and desperation clung to the air like cheap cologne. Mia adjusted the ill-fitting, sequined chef’s hat perched precariously on her head, a grimace twisting her lips. Beside her, Marcus, resplendent in a garish pink jumpsuit that was supposed to be a waiter’s uniform, beamed with an almost alarming level of enthusiasm.
“Doesn’t this just scream ‘sophisticated interstellar soirée,’ Mia?” Marcus whispered, his voice a low rumble of excitement. He gestured with a flourish, nearly toppling a stack of what appeared to be self-folding napkins.
Mia shot him a withering look. “It screams ‘desperate attempt to blend in with questionable taste.’ Frankly, Marcus, I’m more concerned about the structural integrity of this entire operation than the fashion choices.”
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