“Get into the ship,” growled the leader of the invaders, indicating the closest of the five spaceships. “No one is going to be hurt, but I’m not guaranteeing that that situation will last. I’m not a patient man and I don’t like wasting time.”
“What about our belongings?” asked George.
“You won’t need them. Move to the ship. Now.” The voice was even and quiet but as hard as iron. Zip started the procession. He slumped down as if completely disheartened and walked like a prisoner, his eyes pointed to the ground. The others followed. The invaders kept them surrounded as they walked the short distance to the pilot ship. Several invaders entered first and then kept watch on the prisoners as they ascended the ladder into the staging area. Once the asteroid miners were aboard, the other invaders entered their ships.
When the door was sealed, the invaders removed their helmets. The miners followed suit. The leader took a quick inventory of the prisoners, and then settled his gaze on George.
“You are George St. George,” he said in a tone that knew he was stating a fact. “My name is Lather. You and your men are now prisoners of Lurton Zimbardo. I am taking you to him. As long as I’ve got you, I don’t care about anything or anyone else. Don’t make any trouble and I won’t see any need to put anyone off the ship. It doesn’t make any difference to me whether any of your men is in deep space or my guest room, but it might make a difference to you—and them.”
Without turning his head, Lather addressed one of his crew. “Blaze, see that this base is melted into the bedrock.”
“Yes sir,” said the man addressed and left the room.
Lather addressed another of his crew. “Spelford, escort the prisoners to their quarters.”
Spelford lifted his weapon and nodded in the direction they were to go. The prisoners went, under the guard of several armed men.
They were taken to a room set up to accommodate up to twenty passengers. There were niches with beds in them, and couches for use during acceleration.