She knew it was a mistake the moment she landed. The alley was narrow and barely lit by the setting sun. Stagnant sea water and rotting vegetables fouled the air. These were older prefab units, covered with military stamps from the Pentagon’s latest little wars: Canada, Mexico, and more than most, Mars. Alice tried to move forward, but the space was so cramped she had to turn sideways after a few feet. The wet floor and fibrous cables tripped and snagged her every movement.