45Four weeks later...
Scott marched down a dimly lit corridor with an M.P. at either shoulder, heading for the door at the end. He couldn't wait to walk through it and soak up the fresh air and freedom.
He hadn't had much of either one lately. After returning from Bellerophon Station, he'd gone straight into a detention center on Archibald--not exactly a prisoner, but not really a free man, either. The events of Redmageddon (that was what the media were calling it) had been so devastating and struck so deep into the Commonwealth's heart that Command had demanded interrogation of all the central figures.
Scott was about as central as they came, so he'd gotten the full treatment. For four weeks, he'd undergone a steady regimen of intense debriefings, questioning under truth serum, lie
