Captain Henry Ford squinted his eyes as the hanger door opened, allowing light to pierce through the darkness that had filled his prison cell. He had been on a mission protecting a space mining operation when the mine was attacked by these unknown assailants, and everyone killed or captured.
Henry, being captured, did not know whether he was lucky or unlucky. The mysterious enemies who had captured him left him in his cell for hours, giving him neither water or food, leaving him in the dark.
A tall, thin figure dressed from head to toe in a black outfit walked it, and then looked at Henry with a turned head. Henry showed no expression or reaction. He had mentally prepared himself for days or weeks of torture, unwilling to betray his nation. He would either die, or be rescued. He saw no other-