Asmus Janes
Trouble
"Are there any biological agents in the manifests?" Neil asked more forcefully.
Asmus headed back to the cockpit. "I'll double check. Maybe I missed something or they were using a codeword."
He flicked through the computers once more. He shook his head as he went.
"Nothing. Not even a request for environmental seals."
"Let's get back to our shuttle," Neil replied. He has one finger to his earpiece and was looking increasingly concerned.
Asmus nodded and headed down onto the landing pad. Something was wrong and he wasn't about to question the soldier. As they walked back there was a loud clang. Asmus turned sharply, Neil had his rifle shouldered.
The clang turned into a series of metallic scratchings. They both locked onto the source. The air vent emerging from the ground. The noise continued. Asmus felt his heart rate increase, his hand dropped near his sidearm. The noise abated over time.
"Back to the shuttle and keep her hot."
Asmus didn't disagree.
Asmus headed back to the cockpit. "I'll double check. Maybe I missed something or they were using a codeword."
He flicked through the computers once more. He shook his head as he went.
"Nothing. Not even a request for environmental seals."
"Let's get back to our shuttle," Neil replied. He has one finger to his earpiece and was looking increasingly concerned.
Asmus nodded and headed down onto the landing pad. Something was wrong and he wasn't about to question the soldier. As they walked back there was a loud clang. Asmus turned sharply, Neil had his rifle shouldered.
The clang turned into a series of metallic scratchings. They both locked onto the source. The air vent emerging from the ground. The noise continued. Asmus felt his heart rate increase, his hand dropped near his sidearm. The noise abated over time.
"Back to the shuttle and keep her hot."
Asmus didn't disagree.