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    Backing up toward the bar, Sheyra's hand touched the wood just as they came through the door. The man dropped the woman unceremoniously into in the nearest chair. She slumped forward on the table. Sheyra could see a large purple bruise peeking out from under her hair. She gave the man a cold stare but he merely shook his head.
    “Are you open?” he asked.
    “You gonna use those in here?” Sheyra asked, indicating the weapon with a nod.
    “No. It's only for protection. We travel to a lot of dangerous places. As you can see, my friend is sick. We’re just passing through town, that’s all.” His brilliant, sky blue eyes filled with ice as he glared at her.
    An Enforcer? That wasn't what she expected. At least he wasn't a bandit.
    “I need to eat,” the woman groaned.
    “I'm working on it,” the man snapped at her.
    “Hey, I saved your life!” She protested.
    “And I saved yours. Just wait.” He offered Sheyra a tight lipped smile. “Long day,” he explained.
    Sheyra began to press the appropriate buttons on the ID scanner to take her attention away from their odd behavior. “All right. It’ll be twenty-five credits for two breakfasts.” At least it gave her an excuse to make her own meal.
    “Fine.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his ID. He stared at if for a minute before handing it to her. “I’ll also need to know where I can trade my bike for another vehicle.”
    “Trade?” She almost laughed. “There's nothing in this town, if you didn't notice. Maybe something still runs down at Jareen's at the end of the road. He took off six moons ago, I don't think anyone will care if you take anything.”
    He nodded his blond head solemnly. She could see a strange sadness in his eyes. She wasn't sure if it was for the thought of a small town rocked by tragedy or over losing something as rare as a motorcycle. Sheyra wondered who these people really were.
    She ran the ID card. It beeped once and drew the credits. The name Brosen En-Harn flashed on the screen. She was right, he was an Enforcer. When she handed him the card he looked relieved. She desperately wanted to ask questions but kept her mouth shut.
    Sheyra turned on the stove and dropped a pan over the fire. She stared into the fridge at the few available options. Eggs, toast, and fruit. That would look like breakfast and should be worth twenty-five credits.
    The Enforcer took a seat next to his so-called friend. They didn't talk. If they were lovers, then they must be quarreling. It didn't take long to cook the food. Plating the eggs, buttering the toast, and slicing a few apples into small bowls was easy enough. She carried two dishes to the table before returning to the bar to sit alone.
    “Sit with us,” the young woman said before biting into an apple slice.
    “What?” Sheyra was surprised.
    “It seem ridiculous that we sit here and you sit over there.”
    It was a good point.
    She sat with the young woman across from her and the Enforcer was to her right, shoveling food into his mouth at a rapid pace. She wondered if he would choke. They ate in awkward silence. Sheyra watched in amazement as each bite energized the young woman, bringing life to her eyes and color to her cheeks. That ruled out the possibility of her being drunk.
    “I'm Sheyra,” she said at last, feeling the awkwardness had lasted too long. “I already know you're Brosen and an Enforcer.”
    The couple exchanged glances.
    “I'm Impyra,” the young woman said.
    Brosen pushed back from the table. “It was good. Thanks.” Without further comment he walked out the door. They heard the motorcycle engine fire up and fade away as he drove toward the old vehicle dealership.
    “He's good with words, huh?” Sheyra asked but Impyra only shrugged.
    Wonderful, two people who didn't talk. Still it was better than the lack of people she'd had for company in the past few moons.
    “Did he do that to you?” She asked, looking at the bruise.
    “Nope,” Impyra