Miles away, Zana saw a small traffic jam before three large tunnels at the edge of lunar-2’s domed city. Each large gray tunnel had lights leading into a large hangar area. There were shuttles leaving to and from the place like airplanes at an airport. Zana and her men entered the tunnel after waiting in line for a half an hour.
The control tower, surrounded by shorter buildings, could be seen in the center of the place. Personnel and travelers boarding shuttles populated the area like a colony of ants. A sign reading, “Welcome to the Second Lunar Spaceport” was posted on a side rail next to the front gate attendant. Zana’s stopped her car next to the attendant booth. A dark skinned older man wearing an all blue uniform approached their vehicle. He had a picture of a shuttle overlapping a
