The rebellion's grays were enough to get her shot by anyone.
He disappeared into a small room off the entrance and returned, PMF grays in his hand.
She looked at the grays, the clothing she'd seen for years on the people she thought were the country's enemies, then back at Brady.
Lana's face grew warm again, and she silently thanked the retired fed for brushing off her grays so diplomatically.
Several soldiers—two in grays and three in black uniforms—approached the bonfire, speaking with the men gathered in a group on one side.