His wheels clank as he goes down a bump, his surroundings becoming less wheelchair friendly. Taking a left, then a right.
I’ll have to turn around if things get worse. A big step and I’m goosed.
He hears chatter coming around the next corner, where he is met by two armed, stern-faced men. A chill goes down Derek’s spine. They are decked out in the attire of the Drugs and Firearms Force. All red with the insignia of the sun on their helmet.
The taller one grimaces, “What are you doing here? This is a restricted area.”
Timothy replies, “I wish to speak to the crew of the crashed ship.”
“No chance, off with you.”
Deflated, Derek starts to wheel around, but stops on hearing a door open behind the men.
Maeve’s Mum is being led out. On seeing Derek, she tries to break free of the two further guards with her, “Save Maeve, Derek. She didn’t know anything, save my baby girl.”
For a brief moment, their eyes meet. Derek sees the fear as tears roll down her face. He shouts out, “I’ll save her.”
She is dragged away in the opposite direction.
Derek wheels away, unsure what to do next.
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