Chapter 3The temporary removal of ten prisoners from the workforce marked the first in a series of problems that would beset Administrator Jurt during the next few months, but sick prisoners were far from his mind the following morning as he relaxed in his private quarters after several hours spent in the delightful company of Professor Kela. When his communicator began to flash and hum, it took him a few moments to register the unwelcome intrusion. Grabbing the machine from the bedside table, he blocked the visual display with the tip of his index finger before pressing the answer panel.
‘What is it?’ he demanded curtly. ‘Don’t you know it’s the middle of the day?’
‘I apologise for waking you, sir,’ said Trooper Gord, a senior member of the prison maintenance team, ‘but we have a struct
