Sun Sep 01, 2019 2:39 pm
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Lewis sat at a table, eating his lunch and reading the news on his phone. More news about the Celestial Campaign, and something about a Senator Nigel Thompson. Apparently, the Senator had made a argument to President Barand, trying to fix the corruption and stop the mass executions. The President had instead had Nigel thrown out of the conference. Lewis liked this guy. Wait... Lewis looked at the news picture again. Tan suit. The same guy in the hovercraft. I guess this guy really did want the corruption to end; by blowing up a main mining center and causing a major hit to the CGC's power. Whatever. He continued to eat, and when the PA came over and stated that it was time to move out, he dumped his food and washed his hands. Lewis started to walk to the hangar, and saw Stephen cleaning his gun. As usual. Stephen needed new hobbies.
"All right, gents! And ladies. In exactly five minutes we will be in that freighter and on our way to Shaina, where we'll be blowing up a mining center and causing chaos! If all goes well, at least." Wallace said. "Now get to it!"
The squad started to board the freighter, which they would use to pretend to be Celestial Suppliers and shipping mining materials. He walked up the dark gray metal ramp, and sat down beside Stephen on a rusty gray seat. He strapped himself in, and looked around. Wallace sat beside Viss, the team sharpshooter. Ani, the explosive ordnance specialist, sat in the far most seat, her blond hair brushing up against her forehead. The pilots walked up the ramps, wearing the usual aero gear. The pilots carried hand guns, which was nee, even for rebel pilots. The pilots walked into the cockpit, and sat down, the door to the cockpit closing behind them.
"All righty, this is flight York-3247. Pilots are Alpha 22 and Omega 23. Next stop— Shaina airbase. Buckle up and get those guns ready." The left pilot said over the freighter PA. The freighter took off from the base, and started its path to Amers 20.