Maeve glances at the digital clock over the door. It’s been two hours since she met Derek.
What did he say, 40 minutes? Talk about being overly optimistic.
She is sitting in an interrogation room. The walls are a cold, blue color; there is a table and two chairs at the centre.
Talk about having a strange day.
She is walking around the room, waiting for the next person to come in and ask questions.
The door opens. A petite woman dressed in a formal black suit enters. Her straight, long black hair reaches her shoulders. “Miss Maeve Garcia, my name is Atlanta Echez from the Moon Core Security. Please take a seat.
Maeve can feel her muscles tense. “I have already spent over two hours answering questions. Can you not talk to your colleagues?”
Atlanta sat down and put her hands on the table, “I don’t think you understand the gravity of the situation you are in.
“You have been involved in an emergency crash landing that endangered not only the lives of the people on your vessel but also thousands of lives on the lunar surface.” She leans forward with her eyes wide open. “This is a very serious matter. And not only that, the ship had not been receiving the required maintenance, and there is the small issue of tax owed to the Earth authorities.”
Maeve sits down opposite her, her hand shaking. “Mom looks after that stuff.”
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