Zero Gravity Neptune Spies

Neptune Spies:- I have been space bound for the last twelve years."

“You look like one of those typical Inter stellar investigators."

"Really?"

"Well, oh. I thought so."

“Not much time remaining, though. I’ve got to make myself scarce and this is the right time as any other. Could you guide me to the nearest inter planetary hangars? Please." His voice did not sound imploring to the ardent listener. However a slight whiff of imported Jupiter whisky, emanated from the formers coat lapel. The scent seemed to do wonders upon the ardent listener’s reflexes.

"You've perhaps got a few days at most, before our cities upon Pluto go underground; below the sea level. Those winds! Even outward travelers must take care."

The listener obviously referred to the harsh, gale force winds-- which lashed the upper crust of Pluto at a time interval of forty five earth days. At each alternate earth month -and in consonance with the rising second moon of Pluto; which remained visible in the heavenly skies for a time duration of forty five days.

The slightly tipsy and ardent listener was temporarily unaware of the fact they were standing adjacent to the entrance chambers of Pluto’s inter- planetary hangars.



The space rocket flight traversing a distance of half a light year and back to Pluto's second moon seemed ordinary as any other flight as he calculated the presence of one single flight originating from interplanetary hangars of Pluto, and accepting the same orbital path to the second moon, immediately as they landed upon sub city station one of the second moon.

The 'docking computer' located inside passenger section of the rocket displayed the presence of a single Pluto space-rocket designed only for travel between the planet and its moons. It was preparing for ignition takeoff. He switched off that particular computer while preparing himself to leave and few minutes later, he was upon Pluto moon ground, ruminating over the sequence of events occurring the past day.





.....He suddenly extended his right hand, palm facing outward and the arm slightly bent at the elbow, thereby keeping all muscular-spring movements safe while anticipating a quicker attack. The investigator was known worldwide though amongst certain circles only, to rank second to none in interstellar physical combat, he was aware. As for himself and his personal appreciation of further subtle, classified physical movements, matters required that he maintain silence. The Earth Command and World Council knew and that was sufficient.

Immediately he made that move, the investigator instantly felt an inability to make physical moves suggesting attack. The opponent’s palm movement simply jolted him to inacactivity.