Chapter 2Old Sylva Station
May 24, 2259, early Tuesday morning
One of the guards shoved open their cabin door, and yelled, “Leave now, go, go. Move.”
John-Caleb and Quentin scrambled into their clothes, grabbed their luggage. John-Caleb shouldered his back pack, grabbed Quentin’s back pack and then he grabbed Quentin, who was on the floor, frantically looking.
“My leather satchel, I can’t find it. I have to find it.”
“Got it, right here. Put on your back pack, take the duffel, and let’s go.”
They took off, down the corridor to the emergency exit and slid down to the ground. They staggered away from the smoking shuttle, just as one cargo truck roared away. Guards ringed a stack of L-cells on the launch zone, as a chain of guards lifted the smaller ones and passed them down the line. A
