On one side was the towering but anonymous building where the Intrepid's Mission Control was based. On the other side, looming over them, were stacked...level after level of walkways, tramlines and low-rise settlements. Like everyone else on the Moon, they were both obliged to walk with a comical bounce in their step but they were well accustomed to low gravity by now. Mission Control had been based in the Sinus Roris Tower for over two years now. Security was very tight, principally because the. "And what would you have us do with the President, sir."I frowned. "What?" The President and most of the cabinet are imprisoned here in the jail. At the False God's orders." His eyes glanced over at the corpse of Brandon Fitzsimmons."Free him," Mary ordered. "Bring him to us."The President was brought before us, bedraggled from his time spent in the jail. He was defiant at first, until Mary gave him a peremptory command: "Kneel and swear allegiance to the Theocracy." He knelt, he swore, he. I'll make a pitcher of martinis and be right up."Then I went into the kitchen and did just that. The kitchen is so situated that you can see the stair way and I saw two guys in their twenties rushing down the stairs trying to get dressed while trying to get out. I almost laughed, but didn't. I took the pitcher of martinis and two glasses and climbed the stairs to face the trembling, guilt-ridden wife who would beg me for forgiveness, but she wasn't there that day. What I found was a slightly. I blinked a few times before Jessica knocked on the door of the car. "Tiffany, aren't you getting out?"I nodded and stepped out of the car. I stumbled a few times on my black boots but got the hang of it after a little while. Jessica and I walked into the mall movie theater, and saw a bunch of the girls from the chorus standing out in front. One of the girls, a blond, sneered at us. "Oh look, it's the nerdy duo."I stared at her. What the hell was her problem? Jessica pushed me aside. "Come on,.