The Mission From Mars-The Call

Spiro rubbed his temples. The news had just reported the vote from the Senate. If a ship was going to make its way to Earth, it was going to find itself heading right into a trap. Getting up from his chair, Spiro grabbed his cane and walked out of his room in the retirement center. He shuffled down the hall and headed towards the video phone. He shakily tapped the numbers on the pad. Within a few moments, the screen came alive with a receptionist. “Mars Daily Chronicle, how may I help you?”

“I need to speak with a reporter,” said Spiro. “I have a story for them that might be worth their wild.”