Chapter 6 – Solar Terminal
Miles above the surface of Mercury, Nathaniel “Nat” Leland strode down the corridor of Solar Terminal. His dress shoes clacked loudly on the hard floor. He was in one of the rotating sections, so gravity was simulated. That was good—he hated wearing the sticky boots. He turned a corner and approached the Transit Authority Central room, or TAC.
It was in shambles. The door had been blasted away with a homemade bomb, and the bulkhead was reduced to twisted metal and molten polymer. The debris had been swept up, so the floor was relatively clean, but the scorch marks would take a bit more effort to remove.
He stepped inside the room. Some of the consoles had been shot up, but most were in working order. The blood had been cleaned up and the dead carried out. Othe
