Soldiers and civilians were boarding. One man came toward the back to where the galley was and started rummaging the cabinets. The engine of the shuttle began humming, forcing Penda to step outside of the restroom. The man in the galley was small in stature and looked older with a scruffy beard growth about his face.
“Sir?” Penda squeeked.
The man looked up, surprised at first, and then just thought the young person was part of the crew. “Get yourself strapped in kid, we’re taking off!”
“No, I can’t!” Penda exclaimed almost feeling panicky.
“Yes, you can. Over here you can sit down. Say, you’re just a youngster. My they’re sure hiring them young these days.”
“You don’t understand,” struggling with the safety strap, “I have to leave!”
“Well, we are on our way now,” said the man.
“Why are these people here?” Penda asked. “Were they scheduled?”
“This is an emergency, so to speak. You heard about the man that killed an ahman a while back when the tunnel collapsed, haven’t you?”
“Well, the military is transporting him to the Moon today, unscheduled you see.”
"I can't go to the Moon!" Excitement rose with the donee's chest.
"Now don't you worry, we'll tell your boss of the change in plans. Here we go! Hold on!"
Penda's "but..." was lost in the engine's noisy sound. The shuttle was moved into the rail system for departure.(c) A. Nation http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00PD8LW56