“Check. Mike you get rolling with the boys and the outrigger. There’s a bottle of acid staged in it so be careful how you handle that stuff.” Mike Stokey, who looked like an old-time minstrel performer with engine grease smeared on exposed skin and a black watch cap pulled over his red hair, just nodded and held up a pair of ratty work gloves.
“No telling how long all this is gonna take but let’s try to set some parameters,” Shake said showing Mike his watch dial. “Call it 2110 now. Pete and I will make our move in about an hour after you shove off. We should be aboard the ship thirty minutes after that. You should be close to the objective by that time. Send me an up on the whisper mic before you go in. Call it an hour for both teams on objective. We exfil around midnight or 0100 at the
