Kain's heart raced. This was definitely not the kind of greeting he was expecting. "No! Please, you've got it all wrong! My name is Kain Finnegan. Really, I am no spy!" No response from the man behind him.
"I am being honest! I cam here to escape, to be free of the hidden shackles of house society." Kain swallowed. His mouth was dry, and a bead of sweat rolled off his brow. "Perhaps if I tell you my story, you will understand."
"You see, I was born on Planet Houston, in Liberty. I grew up in a working class family. Shortly after completing schooling, I was forced to work, to help support my family. I worked as a mechanic in a small repair yard on the outskirts of the capital city."
Kain paused, as old memories came back to him...
"It was hard work there, but I made enough money to survive. Over time, I tried to save my meagre earnings to try and move up in life. It was... two and a.. half, yes, two and a half years later when that repair shop was closed down. Our small shop, which had been faithfully serving its customers for years, was overtaken by one of the giant planetary corporations."
"The company utilised robotics-assisted labour, which greatly reduced costs for them, but put me and many of the others out of jobs. Infuriated and depressed at the loss of what little we had, I and some of my fellow workers stole an air-truck and crashed it into one of the company's office buildings, and we began to trash the place. Needless to say, the police were onto us faster than we realised."
"We tried to escape, but the coppers drew weapons. One of my friends was killed instantly - a laser bolt to the head. The rest of us were locked away. Soon, we were led onto a transport headed for a remote prison station, to serve our sentences."
Stopping for a moment, Kain prepared to continue his story...
