When the door was sealed, the invaders removed their helmets. The
miners followed suit. The leader took a quick inventory of the
prisoners, and then settled his gaze on George.
"You are George St. George," he said in a tone that knew he was stating
a fact. "My name is Lather. You and your men are now prisoners of
Lurton Zimbardo. I am taking you to him. As long as I've got you, I
don't care about anything or anyone else. Don't make any trouble and I
won't see any need to put anyone off the ship. It doesn't make any
difference to me whether any of your men is in deep space or my guest
room, but it might make a difference to you-and them."
Without turning his head, Lather addressed one of his crew. "Blaze, see
that this base is melted into the bedrock."
"Yes sir," said the man addressed and left the room.
Lather addressed another of his crew. "Spelford, escort the prisoners
to their quarters."
Spelford lifted his weapon and nodded in the direction they were to go.
The prisoners went, under the guard of several armed men.
They were taken to a room set up to accommodate up to twenty
passengers. There were niches with beds in them, and couches for use
during acceleration.
"Prepare for lift-off," ordered Spelford. The prisoners sat down and
strapped themselves in.
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