The Hunter, part 9
The Argo shook heavily as it continued its plunge through the atmosphere. Tyr scream to be heard over the noise of the wind, "Shouldn't we level out now?" Dex shook his head, "Only if we want the defence grid to notice us. Trust me: this is not the first time the Boss and me have had to get past a planetary defence grid without detection." Dylan looked at Rommie, who seemed embarrassed, "Some people seem to have trouble with assassins. Just ask Tyr." The Nietzschean laughed, "Quite true."
The altimeter read 2000-meters, and Dex started to pull back on the controls. The Argo responded, slowly bringing its nose up. At less than 100- meters above the ground, the Argo started to bleed off speed so that Dex could begin the landing sequence. He brought the ship down in a small clearing, "Ok, according to the map Andromeda gave us before we left, we're about 2-kilometres from the entrance to he underground bunker housing the control centre. I'm not ready any contacts, but the sensors are on low, so they can't see more than 200-meters out."
Dylan un-zipped the bags Tyr had carried on, "We better get suited up. Trance, we don't have a suit for you." Rommie looked at her former captain, "She can use mine: I have my own clothes for this sort of job." She disappeared off into the crew's sleeping quarters. The others got changed, and started to choose what weapons and equipment to take with them.
The door to the sleeping quarters opened, and Dylan turned round, "What do you want to.." He stopped mid sentence when he saw Rommie: She was dressed in a tight black leather cat suit that stretched from her ankles to her neck. A thick belt held pouches designed to carry all sorts of equipment, and a pair of Gauss-guns hung from holsters. Her hair was tied back in a short ponytail. She carried a large Gauss Rifle in one hand, and a backpack was strapped securely to her back, "We ready to go or you just going to sit there gawking all day?"
Dylan found his voice, and handed her a forcelance, "You may need this." Rommie took it and looked it over, "I've still got one around somewhere, but I don't use it: ammo is a bit hard to come-by outside the Commonwealth." Dylan just nodded, not will in to trust his voice any further.
Rommie opened the airlock and looked outside, "Look's safe. Let's get it over with."
TBC
The Argo shook heavily as it continued its plunge through the atmosphere. Tyr scream to be heard over the noise of the wind, "Shouldn't we level out now?" Dex shook his head, "Only if we want the defence grid to notice us. Trust me: this is not the first time the Boss and me have had to get past a planetary defence grid without detection." Dylan looked at Rommie, who seemed embarrassed, "Some people seem to have trouble with assassins. Just ask Tyr." The Nietzschean laughed, "Quite true."
The altimeter read 2000-meters, and Dex started to pull back on the controls. The Argo responded, slowly bringing its nose up. At less than 100- meters above the ground, the Argo started to bleed off speed so that Dex could begin the landing sequence. He brought the ship down in a small clearing, "Ok, according to the map Andromeda gave us before we left, we're about 2-kilometres from the entrance to he underground bunker housing the control centre. I'm not ready any contacts, but the sensors are on low, so they can't see more than 200-meters out."
Dylan un-zipped the bags Tyr had carried on, "We better get suited up. Trance, we don't have a suit for you." Rommie looked at her former captain, "She can use mine: I have my own clothes for this sort of job." She disappeared off into the crew's sleeping quarters. The others got changed, and started to choose what weapons and equipment to take with them.
The door to the sleeping quarters opened, and Dylan turned round, "What do you want to.." He stopped mid sentence when he saw Rommie: She was dressed in a tight black leather cat suit that stretched from her ankles to her neck. A thick belt held pouches designed to carry all sorts of equipment, and a pair of Gauss-guns hung from holsters. Her hair was tied back in a short ponytail. She carried a large Gauss Rifle in one hand, and a backpack was strapped securely to her back, "We ready to go or you just going to sit there gawking all day?"
Dylan found his voice, and handed her a forcelance, "You may need this." Rommie took it and looked it over, "I've still got one around somewhere, but I don't use it: ammo is a bit hard to come-by outside the Commonwealth." Dylan just nodded, not will in to trust his voice any further.
Rommie opened the airlock and looked outside, "Look's safe. Let's get it over with."
TBC