Chapter 7
Daniella says: Again, I know it's been a long time since I updated this fic. What can I say, better late than never. I hope you're still with me, and with Anderson!
Spectra
Anderson's cheeks kept stinging, as he lay on his bunk in the sterile, empty cell. Idly, he wondered if he would have a scar, where his teeth had gashed his lips. Still, he found it a small price to pay for yet another interesting glimpse into what made Zoltar tick. He was beginning to see the whole adventure as one big field trip – an educational experience. If it wasn't for the concern – now risen to anxiety – about what would happen back on Earth. And the boredom.
Anderson often complained that that he had no time for himself. To sleep, to exercise, to read. He wryly thought that now, a prisoner of war on Spectra, he had the chance to do two of the three and, with a determined grunt, he sat on the floor and started adopting the yoga positions he had been taught years ago. Limbs unused to stretching were tested to their limits. His breath was ragged and to his initial dismay – as he had no other clothes – he discovered that he was sweating heavily. Then he decided that sweaty, stinking clothes would be just one more minor inconvenience to put up with. At the end of his series of asanas he felt tired, but much more relaxed, and indulged in the second item on his list – a long nap. But when he woke up, there was still nothing to read...
Earth
The first warning of an imminent Spectran attack came from the Mars station. Miroslav was in front of his computer, a cup of coffee in his hand. When the alarm started beeping he abruptly left the cup on his desk, didn't notice that it fell off the edge of the desk and shattered on the floor. He didn't notice the coffee seeping on the carpet and on his shoes and socks. Eyes locked on the screen, he gazed as the information started scrolling down his screen: a bunch of Spectran missiles heading towards the Earth. Stealth-technology, apparently, as they hadn't been picked up before they crossed Mars. A bunch of big, ugly, missiles. Heading towards his planet. He picked up the phone to put in a call to G-Force, then lowered it again. What could G-Force do against that?
The Riga air defences picked up the signal about the missiles at the same time as Centre Neptune did. The air defence officer on duty picked up the phone.
"Get me colonel Cronus. And get me Acting Chief Markic at Centre Neptune."
Spectra
A uniformed guard opened the door to Anderson's cell. The smirk on his face was all it took to make Anderson's stomach drop to his feet.
"Zoltar would see you now, Anderson."
Anderson swung his feet off the bunk, a nonchalant expression on his face.
"Sure. Why not?"
To be continued.
