Chapter Eleven
The ArmoryWhitehall, New York
June 2, 1926
Zho awoke lying on the ground, his wrists hogtied to his ankles. It was dark and cold. Although he wasn’t sure, it appeared that he was on a concrete floor. The host body’s head was again pounding. As Zho tried to cause the host body to roll over, he felt a now familiar pain in his lower back. Zho suddenly recalled the hearing before the High Council.
“Well, we now have reason to believe that the Crown Princess is still alive and being held hostage on Earth in a prison called the Craig Colony. In three months, we are launching an Armada of starships to extract her from that colony and bring her safely home. Will you help us?”
That’s it. That’s why I’m here: to find the Craig Colony. Zho realized that he had to get back on miss
