Many doors were set
into the walls, but none was open.
Spelford led the way down the corridor. After covering about two-thirds
of the distance, he stopped and slid open a plain, dark portal set into
the right side of the passage. He glanced into the room beyond, then
stepped back and said, "In here." The prisoners entered, and the door
closed behind the last one.
George St. George broke the silence. "We're not going to be able to
absquatulate from these pirate yaps very easily, that's for sure. Guess
we'll have to make the most of our stay here."
Zip strode into the center of the room and looked around. Indirect
lighting provided plenty of illumination. "Clearly a dormitory of some
sort," he observed to no one in particular. Bunk-style beds were spaced
around the walls. Through another door was a resting area with tables
and chairs. In another room were washing facilities. On one side of the
main room was a large window which overlooked the landing area and
primary work center of the asteroid.
Joe and Mark strode over to the window and looked out. "The rotation of
the asteroid provides the equivalent of gravity," observed Joe. "About
what we're used to on the Moon-about one-sixth Earth. What do you
think, Mark?"
"Feels like a little less to me," answered Mark.
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