‘How do we get in?’
He stepped back from the glass. ‘There’s a swipe machine by the door here. I guess you swipe your ID card.’
‘We get our ID tomorrow. Do you think our cards will open this hatch?’
Peg shrugged. ‘No idea. There must be a way to trigger the hatch, though. If it’s for emergencies, it needs to be accessible.’
‘Assuming we can get inside, do you think you could fly one of the shuttles?’ I asked.
‘I can fly anything.’
‘You’re so modest,’ I said, nudging him. ‘If you’re so good at flying, how come you’re not on the Elite Pilot Program Clarence and Antoine are on?’
‘I can’t afford it. The Elite Program is for rich kids. I’m doing it the poor kid way: work your way up from the bottom and squeeze in a few flights along the way.’
‘Can we get to Titan in one of these lifeboats?’
Peg shook his head. ‘We’ll have to go back to Earth. We need to think of a secluded place where no one will see us arrive.’
I knew where we would go. I’d had it in mind all along. The farmhouse at the bottom of Trenoweth Lane was well above sea level and I doubted it had seen much development in the past hundred and eleven years. Both Ryan and I knew the area well.
I heard a door hiss open further along the hall. ‘Let’s go,’ I whispered. ‘I don’t want to get caught down here – it’s a big giveaway.’
We walked back along the hall to the lifts, as silently as our shoes allowed on the metal floor.
‘So we have to find a way to get Ryan out of the holding cell, across the port to the lifts, down to C Deck and along the passageway to the boat deck,’ I said. ‘Then we have to find a way to open the hatch and fly the shuttle.’
Peg raised his eyebrows. ‘Is that all?’
Chapter 23
Induction took place in Conference Room Four, on C Deck. As well as Peg and me, there were two other new recruits, the two women sharing my berthing area: Nikki and Becca. They were both teachers.
‘This place has a school?’ I said, surprised.
‘There are two thousand residents on board the Inter-Planetary Spaceport,’ said Milo. ‘Including two hundred and fifty children. We have a suite of twelve classrooms to accommodate their education.’
I couldn’t imagine how awful it must be for those children to grow up on board a spaceport. To live their young lives in an artificial atmosphere. To never swim in the ocean, or run through the trees.
‘You’ll see the schoolrooms during the tour,’ said Milo. ‘But first we need to run through the Health and Safety policy.’
We were shown a short film and given a lecture on what we were and were not allowed to do on board the spaceport.
‘And now for perhaps the most important part of your induction,’ said Milo. ‘Emergency evacuation.’
Peg caught my eye, a fleeting glance.
‘In the event that the spaceport needs to be evacuated,’ Milo continued, ‘emergency lighting will illuminate. If you follow the green arrows they will direct you to the emergency shuttle bay.’
Milo led us from the conference room and along the passageway to the shuttle bay, the same one we’d followed the night before.
‘How do you get inside?’ asked Peg when we arrived.
‘Only those with high level security clearance can get inside,’ said Milo, waving his ID. ‘Except in an emergency. When the spaceport is on a Code Red, the hatch opens automatically.’
‘I don’t suppose there’s any chance we can take a look inside?’ asked Peg.
‘Not today. There isn’t time.’
‘If I saw a fire, how would I operate the alarm?’ I asked.
‘Good question,’ said Milo. ‘There are alarms all over the spaceport. You simply break the glass to sound the alarm and then head to your nearest muster station.’
From the emergency shuttle bay, we were shown the sick bay, the mess rooms, the kitchens and the stores. Milo took our photographs and issued basic ID cards. And then we moved on to the other things we would need to know. I tried to hide my impatience; if everything went to plan we wouldn’t need to know how to log an accident or where to go to get a burn treated.
‘Before we head up to A Deck, let’s go over to the laundry room and pick up some uniforms for you,’ said Milo.
Peg was talking to Milo about what sort of clearance we would need to access each area. I wanted to listen in, but didn’t want to seem too obvious, so I fell into step with Nikki and Becca.
‘Why do you want to work up here?’ I asked Becca.
She looked at me like I was stupid. ‘For the pay of course. My salary here is four times what they pay back on Earth. My boyfriend and I are saving for a house.’
‘Is he here too?’
She shook her head. ‘He was hoping to get a job in the kitchens but apparently all the posts were filled.’
I smiled at her. ‘I bet a position will open up again soon.’
We reached the laundry room. ‘Every Friday you must bring your clothes to be washed and pick up new uniforms for the week,’ Milo told us.
We were each given five tunics and loose trousers, a pair of shoes and a sash. Mine and Peg’s were green for the kitchens. Nikki and Becca had purple.
‘We will complete your induction in the Landing Bay,’ said Milo, glancing at his wristwatch. ‘We’ll need to make this quick; there’s a scheduled arrival at eleven o’clock.’
When we had first arrived, Peg and I had to go through the rigorous security procedure for visitors. Now that we were residents with identification cards, we were able to take the much faster route through residents’ security.
‘You won’t spend much time in the Landing Bay,’ said Milo as we walked out on to the docks. ‘But every time you have shore leave, you will embark and disembark the spaceport here. And it’s imperative that you understand how dangerous the landing bay really is.’
I looked around. The landing bay was a busy area, with dockers unloading cargo ships and cleaners working on the shuttles. It smelt like a poisonous mix of hot metal and welding fumes.
‘The cargo docks are at the far end,’ said Milo, pointing to the other end of the landing bay. ‘Shuttle craft dock as close to security as possible.’ He checked his watch. ‘Any moment now, you will hear an alarm. It consists of five long blasts. That’s the ten-minute warning.’
‘Warning for what?’ asked Becca.
‘Warning that the hatch to the landing bay is about to be opened. If you find yourself in the landing bay when that hatch opens, you’ll get sucked into space. You’d be surprised: it does happen. You either need to get out of here within ten minutes or stay inside one of the ships. The ships are all clamped down. Don’t leave until you hear the all clear. That is three short blasts of the alarm. Don’t take any chances out here.’
The alarm sounded. Five long blasts, so loud that any conversation was impossible.
‘That’s the alarm,’ said Milo. He escorted us back through security. ‘Work starts tomorrow,’ he said. ‘Kitchens at seven. Schoolroom at eight. Make sure you show up on time and in uniform.’
We were dismissed. I checked my watch: eleven on the dot.
‘How long do you think it will take for them to transport Ryan from the ship to the holding cell?’ I whispered to Peg.
He shrugged. ‘It took us thirty minutes to clear security.’
My arms were aching with the weight of five uniforms. We followed Nikki and Becca back down to B Deck to hang up our uniforms and work out our next move.
‘Nikki and I are going to freshen up and go to the Space Bar,’ said Becca. ‘Do you want to join us?’
‘Maybe later. My friend Peg and I are going to go and check out the library.’