As Derek wheels onwards, he feels a whish of cool air pass over his face. No reason to panic, but still unusual on a space station with environmental controls.
The corridor comes to a halt with a left and right turn.
Right time, lucky I hope.
He turns right and goes fifty meters.
A guard appears before him, a rifle resting on his shoulder. They both smile.
“Matt, is that you?”
” No way, Derek. You are last person I expected to meet down here. Been a few years since we did that course on managing space landings. You got a job out of it anyway, eh.”
Derek nodded. “I sure did. Doing that course was the best thing I ever did. And that is the truth. What are you doing down here?”
Matt smirks. “Nothing much to be honest. I’m guarding a woman. Maeve is her name. Her family is in some of trouble with the authorities. Not looking good for her at all. What brings you down this way?”
Despite feeling queasy Derek replies, “Maeve does. She’s sort of my girlfriend. I need to see her. Remember that favor you owe me?”
“Ya dirty dog you. And bringing that up after all those years!” Matt shakes his head and open the door. “Go on! Be quick.”
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