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  “How did you find out about all this?” he asked.

  “The person who infiltrated their ranks sent me a note, then met with me late last night. For obvious reasons, I can’t say who it is, but everything I heard sounds legit,” Declan replied, “I need to find people who will help me though – people who won’t be afraid to go on the other side of the wall.”

  “I’m in, but I’m afraid our army may turn out to be a little skimpy. I’m not finding many people willing to stand up for themselves,” he said.

  “I’d be willing to fight all this alone if I had to, so even if it’s just us, I’m ready for war,” he said.

  . . .

  The crossbow Declan held was made of a sturdy material that felt like a mix between plastic and carbon fiber. He loaded his second bolt into the bow, wondering for a moment how the women were faring with this powerful weapon. Even someone with the strength of his past self would have struggled to load the bow.

  “For your second shot, you will be aiming at the red box near the far wall. This is a distance of 65 meters, so the bolt will probably drop about 2 to 3 inches in flight,” the holographic trainer, now an image of Robin Hood, stated, “Change your aim based on the drop.”

  Declan and three others were crouched behind a metal crate aiming for their next shot while Robin Hood watched.

  “Really, Tango?” Robin Hood questioned, causing Declan a moment of pause before his finger squeezed the trigger.

  Declan peered over at the man beside him just in time to see Tango release his bolt, sending it whistling through Robin Hood’s chest then ricocheting with a clang off the steel wall of the shuttle bay.

  “Target acquired and destroyed, sir!” Tango bellowed, getting a few roars of laughter from the others.

  Robin Hood shook his head sadly, then motioned for the others to take their shot at the true target. The other three, Declan included, fired at the proper target. Three bolts stabbed firmly into the box.

  Robin Hood gave a thumbs-up, then turned to the rest of the group.

  “This is more than just a test of your skills. This is more than training for a battle or an alien war as some have proposed. This is also a test to see who will remain,” he said, gesturing then toward Tango, “I may just be a hologram, but at the moment, I am the definition of leadership here. I’m the image of an authority figure and that image was just ‘killed’ for all intents and purposes by one of your own. We simply cannot afford to have a risk like this in our group.”

  The door opened in that moment and the same two uniformed figures that took Alpha away rushed into the room. Tango stood quickly, grabbing two of the crossbow bolts, brandishing them like knives.

  “Stay away,” Tango shouted, backing toward the group of Indentures, “It was just a freakin’ joke, you idiots.”

  “Seriously, Robin Hood,” Oscar added, “He knew you were a hologram. Leave him alone.”

  One of the other Indentures, leapt forward, grabbing an unloaded crossbow from the ground and wielding it as though it were armed. Suddenly, both Tango and the man with the crossbow dropped to the deck screaming in pain. The two uniformed figures subdued both men, somehow rendering them unconscious. As the two men were dragged from the room, Declan noticed a “G” on the coveralls of the unknown Indenture.

  “What are you doing with them?” Romeo asked.

  “It’s none of your concern,” Robin Hood replied, turning to the group, “Now for the next round, I need-”

  “No, this isn’t right. So you’re telling us that you have the right to revive us without our permission, then force us into accepting this new life, and then you kill us if we don’t meet your particular demands?” Declan asked, hoping his amulet would hold up to its specifications.

  “This was made clear to you in the beginning. You are now the property of the USSC,” he replied, “Why is it so hard to understand? If you are unsatisfied with a purchase you made, would you not return it?”

  The complaints and exclamations of anger then erupted from all around. Declan simply shook his head in frustration, then after pondering his options for a moment, he sprinted for the door. He could hear the rapid footsteps of someone chasing him, but he wasn’t looking for a fight.

  He burst through the door, searching the passageway for the ones who took Golf and Tango, but there was no evidence of them anywhere. Oscar stumbled to a stop beside Declan, patting him on the back.

  “Where’d they go?” Oscar asked.

  “I can’t tell, but I have an idea where to find them. Follow me,” he replied, running down the corridor.

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  Declan slithered through the hole into Storage B and waited for Oscar.

  “And you’re the one who supposedly tunneled into this room in a past life?” Oscar asked, pushing a canister further out of his way than truly necessary.

  “If I’m to believe what I’ve been told, though I’m starting to wonder about all that anymore,” he replied.

  Declan was now moving a little more cautiously since they arrived on other side of the wall. He paused at every shadow in the storeroom, leery of potential assailants at every corner.

  “Well, I think we can be sure these amulets work by now, which gives me a little more confidence in my contacts,” Declan said, opening the door and peering out into the passageway.

  “Don’t you think there should be alarms blaring or something like that?” Oscar asked, “I mean, we just escaped from the clutches of Robin Hood and his merry men and now we’re nowhere to be found.”

  Declan led the way into the vacant passageway. The absolute silence in all directions improved their confidence and in turn, they picked up their pace.

  “They have some mystical implant in their heads that allows them to see some kind of visual computer display. They use this invisible computer to communicate across distances or to activate our electric zapper things,” Declan said, “But still, the silence over here is a bit unsettling. It’s still mid-morning and I’ve seen the size of this section. There’s room enough for hundreds of crew members.”

  They started down another corridor that branched off to the left. Oscar started drumming his fist on the wall of the passageway, apparently trying to draw some attention. The hollow thuds however remained the only other break in the silence outside of the sound of their own echoing footsteps. Oscar tapped a blue control panel next to one of the many doors in the corridor, causing it to open. He stopped abruptly and glanced into the dark room. Declan, realizing what Oscar had done, also halted his progress, turned to him and peered over his shoulder.

  Suddenly, a hollow clang echoed from the distance. They both looked down the long corridor only now to hear the rapid patter of footsteps.

  “Declan!” her voice called from somewhere distant.

  “Get in here,” Oscar whispered, tugging Declan into the dark room, then closing the door, “That sounds like the ensign.”

  “She’s looking for me,” he whispered.

  “She was calling for a Declan.”

  “Yeah, that’s my real name. She’s the one who’s been helping me.”

  “Ensign Rowe? She’s evil,” Oscar sputtered, “You’re trying to tell me that she’s the one who told you all this stuff?”

  Declan held up as his hand, though he doubted Oscar could see it in the pitch darkness. He pressed his ear to the door hoping to discern if she moved onward down the passageway.

  “Yeah, but she’s not the real Ensign Rowe,” he replied in a whisper, “It’s a long story, so trust me on this.”

  Suddenly the door opened, leaving Declan standing boldly in the spotlight from the hall.

  “Declan and Oscar, you can come out now,” she said, “I’m not going to zap you two. It’s me, Taz.”

  Declan turned to her, catching a view of the ensign standing with her arms crossed in the hallway. The dispassionate expression on her face in that moment disarmed him.

  “How did you know we were in here?” Oscar asked, eying the woman suspi
ciously.

  “I told you before, we know everything at all times,” she said, “Now get out here and follow me so we can talk somewhere more appropriate.”

  Oscar seemed a little more reluctant than Declan to trust the ensign. Declan gestured Oscar to follow once he joined her in the corridor.

  “Seriously Oscar, I knew her in the 21st century – at least I knew the woman who’s inside Ensign Rowe’s body. She knows too much to actually be anyone else,” Declan said.

  Oscar followed at a distance while Declan explained everything that happened in the shuttle bay to Ensign Rowe. Even though she didn’t reply to anything, her expression betrayed her disapproval of their actions.

  “Can you somehow rescue Tango and Golf back from wherever they took them?” Declan asked, following her back to the storage room.

  “Hey, why are we coming back here?” Oscar asked.

  “We’re coming back here because these halls are going to be swarming with guards in about ten minutes. I need you two to go back because if they ever realize you can come over to this side, we will lose all hope of achieving anything. Right now, you two did nothing more than run from the training session. You ran because you were best friends with Golf and Tango and it upset you too much – understandably so. This is the story you need to stick to,” she said, “Now get out of here while you still can. I’ll meet you back here tonight after dinner and we can talk about the rest of this.”

  “What about Golf and Tango?” Oscar asked.

  “You watched them die in the shuttle bay,” she explained.

  “Die? I thought they were knocked unconscious,” Declan stated.

  She shook her head, pushing them suggestively toward the corner of the storeroom where the hole was hidden.

  “They blew up their shock implants, killing them immediately,” she said, “I’m sorry. I thought you realized that.”

  Oscar and Declan stared at her. She waved them urgently toward the hole.

  “Go now, we’ll talk later tonight,” she said.

  . . .

  Captain Ross ordered all the Indentures to meet in the recreation room shortly after Oscar and Declan turned themselves in. The room wasn’t really made to accommodate all the Indentures at the same time and it definitely wasn’t made as a room to conduct meetings, so the Indentures found themselves leaning on equipment or seated on tables or the floor.

  Ensign Rowe stood near the captain while Declan and Oscar hovered near the door. The room was filled with a lot of hushed conversation which came to an abrupt halt the moment the captain cleared his throat.

  “We have been faced with a precarious situation here and while it’s not really unexpected, it’s definitely not something that typically brings us all to a meeting,” the captain stated, “What I’m trying to say is this. We don’t tolerate insubordination of any kind. We don’t tolerate loose cannons, to use a quote from your era. Oscar and Foxtrot should not even be standing here in the same room as us right now, but maybe this was an unusual situation,

  “Ensign Rowe informed me that Oscar, Foxtrot, and the two gentlemen who left us today had already developed a close friendship. Although their reactions to the events of earlier today were still uncalled for, they realized the error of their ways and turned themselves in. I believe perhaps that their request for mercy should be granted and therefore, I am changing their punishment from one of termination, to permanent banishment from the recreation room.”

  The captain turned to Oscar and Declan, perhaps to gage their reactions. Although neither cared about the banishment, they quickly realized it would be in their best interest to feign disappointment.

  “Banishment?” Declan asked, “But you’ve given us nothing else to occupy our time except what’s in this room.”

  Oscar suppressed a grin, quickly lowering his head in a repentant manner.

  “This room will emit an electric shock to you if you ever try to enter it again,” the captain stated, then turned back toward the remainder of the Indentures, “But I’m going to warn you that actions of the sort you’ve all witnessed today will not be tolerated any longer. We need a group of trustworthy people to establish the first colony on Hydrus. If you would like to be part of this history-making endeavor, then you need to get your act together.”

  The captain turned abruptly and started out of the room. Then he paused a moment and turned to Declan who was still standing by the doorway.

  “You have one minute to get out of here before you discover what it’s like to be fried from the inside out,” he snarled.

  Declan maintained eye contact with the old man, wishing for a moment that he could snap his neck without risking anyone else’s lives in the process. He knew however that they would take out their anger on the others and somehow they’d be made to suffer. When Declan was ready, he was going to have to take on the whole crew or none at all.

  . . .

  “Ellie, how have you been doing?” Declan asked, taking the open seat next to her in the cafeteria.

  Lima and Sierra were also sitting at the table eating their lunch while Juliet, or Ellie as he now knew her, took tiny nibbles of a slice of bread. Declan had selected the same two burritos as he had yesterday. He was already opening the burrito package before she acknowledged him in any way.

  “I’m doing better,” she replied, “Can’t say I haven’t thought about shooting a bolt through our non-holographic leader’s chest.”

  He snickered at that one, nodding a greeting to the two other women. He still hadn’t told Sierra who he really was and he wasn’t really sure he wanted to at the moment. For now, she was safe among a group of people who were just moving with the flow and that suited him just fine. If she joined him in his endeavors to fight the system, her life could be put in jeopardy.

  “I know exactly what you’re saying. I’m surprised no one has killed the captain yet,” he replied.

  “There’s a reason for that,” Sierra said, “Did you notice what happened after Tango shot Robin Hood? Our holographic instructor pretended to shrug it off, then made sure that the rest of the guys fired their crossbows – leaving all the weapons empty. Then he reprimanded him.”

  “Good call!” Declan said, realizing why she might have been a good agent all along, “I didn’t catch that, but they might have been a little reckless when they subdued Alpha. He could have yanked the sword from the ground.”

  “I doubt he believed he was dispensable,” Sierra said, “He acted like he was the ultimate drill sergeant. You know, the kind that even officers bow down to because they’re frightened of that commanding voice.”

  “True,” Declan said, taking a bite of his burrito, “I guess the lesson here is, we’re all dispensable and we should never let our guards down.”

  “And we should keep an eye on everyone,” Ellie added, reaching over and taking Declan’s other burrito, “Where did you find this? I didn’t see it in the machine.”

  “I don’t think there’s any system or method to how they load those machines. It’s mixed in with the snack crackers,” he said, “Take it. You need to start eating more than just bread. And when the time comes, I need some help fighting these guys when the real battle takes place.”

  She laughed, “Oh, so you come sit with the women because we’re the ones you want fighting at your side instead of those men?”

  “Actually, you’d be surprised,” he replied with a fleeting glance toward Sierra, “I used to be a martial arts instructor in my previous life and I’ve worked with some dangerous women.”

  Sierra paused a moment, then gave Declan a questioning stare. He nodded. She mouthed the word “Stringfellow” and he replied by mouthing the word “Taz.” She smiled and in the back of his mind, he hoped that would be where it ended. More than anything, he didn’t want to get her involved this time.

  . . .

  Declan discovered that afternoon that he could probably find nothing more boring than “fishing training.” Without the use of fish or water, they spent
two hours going over different ways to catch different kinds of fish. They taught everyone how to bait a hook and how to trail a fishing lure through the imaginary water so that it looks like a small fish.

  All through the training, Declan made every attempt to avoid any contact with Sierra. As much as he’d like to get her involved, he also didn’t want to get her hurt. She, on the other hand, made even more attempts to contact him. He found himself trapped by the time they got to the video about how to gut a fish and cook it.