Like the ship, the doors on Waypoint weren’t automated. Lucilia tried the handle and it opened on noiseless hinges. She moved her foot back so she could turn and see Chet. He was holding a scanner. At the prompting of his nod, she entered the room.
Giving the room a quick sweep with her headlamp, Lucilia determined it was the common area of an open floor apartment. There were a few couches positioned ninety degrees to the door, facing a screen that took up most of the wall. Behind all that was a dining table with six chairs and an