The Trial

Expecting to be led back into the chamber, instead, he was escorted, between two fat security guards, into what appeared to be a court of law.

A gallery of hostile faces was looking down at him. Three judges were seated at a remote desk. – The noise was deafening; Danker thought he was going to faint.

Someone called for silence, but the noise did not abate.

Danker looked around him. He could not believe what was happening. – They are going to put me on trial, he thought. What am I being accused of?