A brisk wind beat against the windshield of Beradin's cruiser.  The thrust booster was set at maximum, but the cruiser's age was working against him.  His ship had been handed down to him by his brother, but at the time he had not felt any appreciation for the gift.  Now as he thought of Ian rotting away in a government prison, he longed to spend even a few minutes with him.  The separation of the past few months had been excruciating  He recalled with shame stomping away with indignation when his father had presented him Ian's gracious offer.  Now he knew that Ian could have sold the cruiser for at least one hundred global credits.  He couldn't even imagine possessing such an incredible amount of money.  Thankfully that spoiled brat had matured at least a little recently and he hoped more maturity was in the offing.  Beradin's greatest desire was to please his father and that had been the impetus for him volunteering to run this mission.  Though he was well aware of the danger, he also understood its necessity.  The bibles carefully concealed in the cruiser's side panels were much needed spiritual life for the underground believers scattered throughout the desert regions.

                                                   More to Come ..........