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walk its streets and corridors.
Jo and the commodore were the last to leave as tradition demanded. Mindful of her blank memory, he carefully watched her, ready to step in should her condition lead her astray. They soon noticed that a welcome committee of senators was awaiting them outside. This could only mean one thing – trouble.
“Welcome, Commodore Levi, Captain Starska.” The senators bowed before them in the manner of courtiers from ancient Japan.
“Why were we called back to Atlantis outside our regular schedule?” Levi asked directly, trying to read something in the senators’ eyes.
“You will be debriefed in due course. The Defence Council will be gathering shortly. We will keep you informed.”
The men walked away, the number of unanswered questions growing even larger. The commodore said his goodbyes to Jo who, as it turned out, still remembered her way around the base and the location of her old bedroom. He watched her walk off slowly towards the centre of Atlantis.
Not so long ago, less than five years in fact, when she first arrived here she had hoped to find herself a new home, happiness and maybe even love. It was also here that she had learnt the bitter-sweet taste of competition. She remembered entering the IT Navigational Competition with unshaken self-esteem and determination. She recalled the commodore’s pride when he accepted her into his crew… and then…
“Jo?” She turned around and saw a beautiful, pregnant woman. “I’m Diana. Alec’s wife.”
Jo glanced at her and offered her hand in a welcoming gesture, but Diana could sense that she did not remember her.
“Alec is one of your commandos, remember?” She watched the woman’s reaction closely.
“Oh, right.” Jo seemed confused. “My commando.”
She was trying hard to search her memory but found no answers. Diana looked strangely tearful. Feeling uneasy, Jo excused herself and walked past.
“Oh, God. I think… she remembers…” the pregnant woman whispered to herself, not noticing Margaret, who had appeared behind her.
“Come, Diana. You mustn’t strain yourself. It’s almost your term.”
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    David’s odds were not improving. He had to flee from Earth where he had spent the last six months of his life, plotting, sneaking and utilising the best equipment he could find to plant the transmitter in the enemy’s base.
    The mission was a brainchild of many commandos, including Levi, Jo and Alec. With the transmitter in place, they would have a much closer insight into any move the terrorists decided to make. This would provide the much needed edge to continue their struggle. David had feigned his own death, hopefully well enough to buy him a few more days and allow the commandos to evacuate him before the terrorists saw through his little diversion.
    He was limping, sore and exhausted, with blood trickling down his right shin. He’d spent the previous night forcing his way through the eastern forests of North America.
    Finally, he reached his old jeep hidden in the brushwood, got in, fastened his seat belt and reached to the glove compartment to retrieve the weapon stashed there. Instead, his hand fished out a picture of his son. He studied it for a moment, sighed heavily and put it away. There was no time for this. He turned on the ignition and drove off into the forest, as far away from people as possible. He would have to find a suitable location and make sure it was safe before contacting Atlantis again and sending off the coordinates. The next few hours were going to be crucial, as much to the success of the mission as to his own survival. He realised that he was responsible for more than just the outcome of the nearest ground troops’ campaign but also for the safety of the space base named after one of the first space shuttles ever built. Atlantis was one of the production centres for the newest and most advanced spacecraft and as such constantly in danger of becoming the target of a massive terrorist