Ground Two

NASA: Heinz Trattle [2]

Soal slapped a handful of papers down on Heinz's desk. A scowl formed upon her face. "How could you have done this to me? I trusted you Heinz, and then you went and stabbed me in the back, rattling off the truth to Hera and her pals on Ground 2!"

Heinz was slouched in his chair taking the heat that emanated from Soal. He'd been caught typing up a message of warning to Lumina's E-mail address. The deadline has shortened, read the message, you only have until tomorrow now. Thankfully, it was sent before Soal barged in to catch sight of it, but Heinz couldn't minimize the message thanks to the LapPad's screen freezing.

Now he got the verbal lashing that he feared.

"Guards!" called Soal.

Two, large male officers practically squeezed through the doorway and stared at Soal for further direction. In a low, spite filled whisper, she said, "Lock him up."

The guards came forth, forcefully dragging Heinz from his chair. Heinz didn't bother to fight, knowing he was no match.

He was dragged from his office. He was removed from his position. He was locked away in a high-tech cell.

There was no way to escape.