Derek opens the door and wheels in. The walls of the small room are a blue hue, and contain little except for Maeve, a nondescript table, and two chairs.
At the sight of him, Maeve’s face lights up. Her eyes are as red as her long hair. Rising from her chair, she flings her arms around him, holding him tightly. She sobs, “Oh, Derek, I’m in big trouble.”
“What’s wrong? Why have they not released you?”
She pulls back from him. “At first, they said something about maintenance and taxes not being paid, but then they started saying that we’ve been transporting drugs from Earth to lunar orbit all this time. I can’t believe it, they said drugs were found on board.”
Derek frowns. “Drugs? That’s an automatic life sentence!”
Maeve looks back to where she was sitting. “They are saying it was K-pop ninety-nine. What am I going to do??” Her eyes focus on his.
Holding up his hands. “I am going to get you out of this?”
“How?”
“I don’t know yet, but trust me, okay?”
She nods, “I do.”
“I have to go now, but I’ll be back.”
Derek wheels out of the room. His arms suddenly felt tiring from the exertion. There was no point in going back to where he came from. So, he turned in the other direction and pressed onwards.
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