Chapter 10
The guards at the military base on Spectra had already taken up defensive positions outside the building. Mark's sonic boomerang cleared the way for Princess and Keyop to enter the base. He quickly followed them.
"Mark, the thermal scan showed around 500 personnel, divided in three wings, in this building".
"Okay, you and Keyop take the right one, I'll take the centre and left wings. Try to find out where they have Jason, if he is in this building, and let me know".
Princess acknowledged the orders, and ran off with Keyop. Mark walked down the central corridor, firing at the occasional goon and looking for the main control room where, he assumed, the records of all prisoners were kept. And where he hoped – or feared – military records were also kept, in which he would find the data to clear Jason – or condemn him. He saw the control room, guarded by two goons. He sent his boomerang over to them, and they collapsed on the floor, temporarily knocked out. He entered the room, a weapon in his hand, pointed at the goon sitting in front of a bank of controls.
"Turn around slowly, with your hands in the air!"
"What? Who are you? Aaaaargh! G-Force! Guards, help!"
"Who did you expect?" asked Mark ironically. "Mala, to give you a medal?"
He kept his gun trained on the goon, as the latter put up his hands. With a swift movement, Mark disarmed him, taking the weapon from the goon's belt.
"Now. I want access to your battle records. All of them! Move it! And I want to know where you took the G-Forcer you caught two days ago!"
"He's...he's not here!" gasped the goon, as Mark cocked his weapon.
"Then where?"
"I don't know! He's not here! We received notification that he had been captured, and Zoltar promised a week's leave to the soldier who would succeed in breaking him! But he's not here! Anyone volunteering for this duty had to report to the military command to get his instructions about the place where he is kept!"
Mark was trembling with rage.
"Pull up the records of all those who volunteered for this duty, as you so elegantly put it. Now!"
The goon pulled up a screen and Mark quickly scanned the information. He raised his wrist communicator.
"Princess, do you copy?"
"Come in, Mark".
"Jason's not here. He's being held in another building, I'm sending you the coordinates now and a layout of the building. You and Keyop, meet me there as quickly as possible!"
"Understood, Mark. What about you?"
"I'm not through here", he said grimly.
Then, he turned to the control room goon, his weapon never leaving its target.
"Battle records now, if you'd be so kind".
Another screen flickered. Mark took a quick look, ready to take down information that would prove that the ambush in Traitor's Pass was just a chance encounter, and that there was no suspicion thrown on Jason – or anyone from the Federation, for that matter. But what he saw on the screen, sobered him up abruptly.
To be continued
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