Chapter 2
Slash
"All right, it's 4:00. We should be going," Hardrive called.
The others and I all looked up at the clock. I nodded. Then we started to walk out the door.
We approached the huge gates of NASA. Their big logo cover the middle, with it split in half where the gates open.
Blaze walked over to the guard in the little house thing.
"We're the Raiders. And um . . . We're here for training?" Blaze said, turning to Hardrive to see if he was right.
Hardrive nodded and Blaze turned back to the echidna guard. The echidna checked his list, running his index finger down the paper.
"Ah, yes. I see you have to the to the moon, correct?" the echidna guard asked.
"Yes, sir." Blaze said.
"Go on in," the guard said, pushing the button to open the gates.
They creaked and slowly opened. I blinked. It was huge!
We slowly walked into the NASA center. A few security guards with "NASA" on their breast pocket walked up to us.
"Mr. Larson is expecting you," the guard in the front said, turning around.
The guards all walked away from us, their boots clicking on the road. A golf cart zoomed past us, followed by two others. The two stopped, and we all separated and climbed in. I sat next to Erik.
My gold cart in front, we started going and approached another steel gate. The golf cart driver got out and talked to the guard. The guard nodded, turning around and pushing some buttons on a panel. The steel gate jerked and made a loud noise, slowly pulling into the wall to the right.
Our golf cart driver got back in, and started driving into the place where the steel gate covered. It was big also, with many carnival looking rides which I guess we were going to ride.
"Oh, I want to ride that one!" shouted Erik in a three year old voice.
I laughed. Some of them looked like the rides on the "Space Camp" commercial. I think they exaggerated too much, though.
We soon stopped, and we all hopped out of the golf carts.
Someone who I guessed was Mr. Larson walked to us with a bunch of guards. He was an echidna also, dressed in a black suit. He was navy blue with dark green eyes.
"Ah, the Raiders! You are here on time," Mr. Larson said.
"Yeah . . ." Halen said. "We're usually punctual . . ."
"So I guess we're going to start training now?" I asked.
"Yes, we are," Mr. Larson said. "First, you must get dressed."
Slash
"All right, it's 4:00. We should be going," Hardrive called.
The others and I all looked up at the clock. I nodded. Then we started to walk out the door.
We approached the huge gates of NASA. Their big logo cover the middle, with it split in half where the gates open.
Blaze walked over to the guard in the little house thing.
"We're the Raiders. And um . . . We're here for training?" Blaze said, turning to Hardrive to see if he was right.
Hardrive nodded and Blaze turned back to the echidna guard. The echidna checked his list, running his index finger down the paper.
"Ah, yes. I see you have to the to the moon, correct?" the echidna guard asked.
"Yes, sir." Blaze said.
"Go on in," the guard said, pushing the button to open the gates.
They creaked and slowly opened. I blinked. It was huge!
We slowly walked into the NASA center. A few security guards with "NASA" on their breast pocket walked up to us.
"Mr. Larson is expecting you," the guard in the front said, turning around.
The guards all walked away from us, their boots clicking on the road. A golf cart zoomed past us, followed by two others. The two stopped, and we all separated and climbed in. I sat next to Erik.
My gold cart in front, we started going and approached another steel gate. The golf cart driver got out and talked to the guard. The guard nodded, turning around and pushing some buttons on a panel. The steel gate jerked and made a loud noise, slowly pulling into the wall to the right.
Our golf cart driver got back in, and started driving into the place where the steel gate covered. It was big also, with many carnival looking rides which I guess we were going to ride.
"Oh, I want to ride that one!" shouted Erik in a three year old voice.
I laughed. Some of them looked like the rides on the "Space Camp" commercial. I think they exaggerated too much, though.
We soon stopped, and we all hopped out of the golf carts.
Someone who I guessed was Mr. Larson walked to us with a bunch of guards. He was an echidna also, dressed in a black suit. He was navy blue with dark green eyes.
"Ah, the Raiders! You are here on time," Mr. Larson said.
"Yeah . . ." Halen said. "We're usually punctual . . ."
"So I guess we're going to start training now?" I asked.
"Yes, we are," Mr. Larson said. "First, you must get dressed."