Some six kilometres east of the smaller docking facility, Imamiah, Althea, Egan and a dozen Oprit-Robia fighters exited their 4D transport as the sun was setting. The ship then hopped to a high mountain glacier just a short distance north.
Major Anso led the squad two kilometres down a small drainage. They found a hideout protected by a four metre high bank on the west side and a grove of waxy leafed trees to the east.
The squad had intercepted the Port Authority communications and couldn’t believe what they were hearing. A tiny Oprit-Robia geosynchronous satellite had been monitoring all arrivals and departures at the main port for six days. “How could they get a whole clan of sapiens down there without us seeing them?” Althea asked.
“They didn’t,” Imamiah answered with disgust. “They
