Military Corrective Training Centre (aka The Glasshouse)
BAF Aldershot, New London
10 January 827 A.S.
Half a year had passed since his surrender, and Rupert was convinced that everyone had forgotten about him. He had been claimed by the SIS under the order of Director Mountbatten, but since then, she had left the Service and took up a seat in the House of Lords. Nobody else in the SIS seemed interested in him, nor was the BAF in any hurry to do anything with him either. Since Captain Y'berg came to visit, his only other visitor had been an officer from the BAF's Technology & Grants department. Apparently they needed some of the finer points of the Acheron's systems explained to them. Other than that, he had been left to languish in his cell. Even the occasional beatings had stopped. Rupert still didn't know what awaited him, but he knew it was only a matter of time before someone in authority remembered he existed.
