By the time we reached the shuttle port where Frank’s little craft was landed, the air was charged with another impending storm. Already small droplets were misting the air, and the temperature had dropped even farther than the previous rota, so that it was becoming quite chilly out. It was, all in all, rather miserable weather to be stationed out of doors.
Which is exactly where two Elbar guards were posted watching Frank’s shuttle.
We stopped as soon as we spotted them, and Frank gestured me back. “We’d better find you somewhere to hide.”
There wasn’t much in the area, but we found a tunnel leading to the understreets that was at least protected from the impending rain. Frank paused for a moment, rummaging through a bag he’d brought from the safehouse, and then he withdrew a small kit
