-Somewhere on Prator-
“Beep Beep Beep!” The obnoxious noise of an alarm clock spread through Leo Mcmillan’s sleeping quarters. He slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes and turned off the annoying beeper. Slipping his feet into a large pair of black boots, Leo rubbed his eyes and walked over to his small eating area. A makeshift fire-pit was set up in the corner farthest from his bed with a set of pots and pans hung on a nearby wall. Leo grabbed a size-able frying pan and placed it above the fire. He grabbed a pair of eggs and cracked them over the pan, tossing the shells out a window. Mcmillan surveyed the room.
It was small, eight quick paces would take an individual from one end to the other. It contained a bed, a miniature refrigerator, the fire-pit, and a small dresser holding Leo’s clothes. The entire room was made of wood and a large tree trunk ran through the middle of his loft. Mcmillan flipped his eyes and stepped over to his dresser. He pulled out a clean gray T-shirt and a pair of cargo pants and began to change while staring out his window. He was about 20 feet of the ground in a tree house perched barley a fifth of the way up a giant redwood. Hidden among one of the many forests on the planet Prator, Leo’s treehouse was invisible from the air and very difficult to see from the ground, making it an ideal hideout.
The eggs were done, Leo placed them between two slices of bread and put out the fire. He walked to the center of the room and knocked twice on the the wooden trunk. A piece of the wood slide to the side to reveal the trunk was actually a hollowed out stairway. Leo made his way down the spiraling stair case until he was about 10 feet underground. Here the passage widened out and became much more modern looking. The underground hall where impossibly white and opened up to a large circular room filled with monitors and projectors. Leo approached a tall slender man sitting at one of the terminals, “Wade, whats up?”
Lomas Wade looked up from his work to acknowledge the greeting, “Just checking out the backgrounds of some of the latest arrivals.” Wade went back to typing away at the holographic keyboard, skimming over files. His eidetic memory gave him the ability to process and remember everything me read or heard, making him a human encyclopedia.
Leo moved his attention over to a wall of flat screens depicting a camp scene. Men were walking around, eating breakfast, showing off weapons and bull-shitting. “Find anything interesting?”
Wade shook his head, pointing to the screens Leo was looking at, “Most of these guys are troubled backgrounds, any of them could be one of Cykris’ spies. I just don’t think we can trust these people.” Lomas paused, apprehensive about questioning his leader, “why are you letting them stay here anyway?”
Mcmillan sternly looked at Wade and spoke, “Lomas, you know better than anyone its getting more and more difficult to find good jobs. All of the rich and powerful, the people we always still from are either dead, hiding from Cykris or on his payroll. Pretty soon, we’re gonna run out of people to steal from. Cykris needs to be stopped, or we’re all going to be laying face down in the Brogmore swamp.” Wade nodded in agreement, and continued working on his puzzle. A loud series of beeps echoed throughout the room indicating they had a message. “Wade, whose it from?”
Lomas put down his puzzle, discussed that he was interrupted again, and answered, “Umm...It says unavliable, hold on I’ll bring it up.” Lomas typed away at his keyboard for a few seconds and a faceless voice began speaking throughout the command center.
"Leo, it's Darius. The rendezvous with Hermann was a trap, but I got something important. Obviously, I can't tell you what here, but trust me when I say that this could be a breakthrough. I'm heading back to base."
Leo looked gave Lomas a quick glance indicating for him to prepare for Darius’ arrival and quickly walked out of the circular room towards the only hall that led down.