Jonas could only find courage to nod from the floor as the security personnel stepped over him and one by one dropped onto the landing pad. The sergeant was last, and popped the floor bindings with his key. As soon as the locks clattered back onto the floor three hands on each leg, gripped and pulled him across the rough metal floor plates. They tossed his legs past and down as the three guards on the ground gripped his chest and pulled him upright. The blue clad sergeant dropped lightly onto the landing pad and pulled the exterior door closed. Jonas couldn't see the thumbs-up and replying nod exchanged between the pilot and the guard sergeant telling him that his cargo compartment was secured.
As he stood looking around at the first major landing dock he had ever seen, Jonas missed
