The third Moon

"Take me to the Moon. How much do you charge?" a young woman stood beside a taxi, in both hands she held a suitcase.

"Well that's depending how fast you want to get their," a cracking voice came from within the taxi.

"I'm kind of in a hurry, I want to catch the 6 o'clock shutle to the third Moon."

"Hm in that case you better hop in, with us jabbing out here we're waisting precious time," the taxi driver invited the woman. As he opened the boot of his vehicle she placed her luggage inside.

When she was about to enter the passengers seat in the back the driver said, "No, no, don't sit there, you must sit here with me in the front."

"Brace yourself, I'd set the controles on the superboost. We'll be at the first Moon in no time.  There aren't many earthlings travelling to the third Moon, may I ask why you are going there?" The driver asked when they were both strapped in.

"As a matter of fact I have no other choice," the woman replied with a deep sigh.

"What do you mean, you have no choice?" The driver turned to face the woman.

"I have broken the code of motherhood and now I have to be punished."

"Alfa Ranger Tango, come in please, Alfa Ranger Tango come in please," the radio in the taxi cried.

"ART here over, yes MC what do you want? Over."

"Keep your eyes open for a wanted criminal, she is unarmed but very dangerous, crackkkkkkkkk crrggggg."

"Damn thing," the taxi driver slapped the radio with his hand.

"Never mind that, take me to the third Moon straight away, I will not use the shutle," the woman said, her voice had changed.

"Well I don't know if I have enough hydrogene to reach the third Moon," the driver protested.

"Let me be the judge of that and if you need we can get some on the way. Now get on with it, I don't want to be late for the trail."

It took the driver less than four days to reach the third Moon, as he used the cruz control he was able to visit his wife and kids via the onboard screen. When he woke up an hour before they were about to reach their destination he found that his hands were tight behind his back. The woman was holding the controls.

"What are you doing?" the driver asked in suprise. "Who are you?"

"What does it looks like, I am kidnapping you. Did you realy believe that I was going to be charged for the crimes I commited? Don't let me laugh, you'll be a nice subsitute."

"I don't look like you at all," the taxi driver uttered.

"You will when I am finished with you."