The aircraft carrying the shuttle with Pryde and Fields on board entered the base through the rooftop access point.
A group of armed men surrounded the front section of the larger aircraft aiming their weapons at the cargo hold where the shuttle was stored.
Pryde opened the shuttle door and walked down the ramp that led from the cargo bay to the ground inside the base.
“Hi guys, you looking for us?” he said as he and Fields exited from the cargo bay.
“Nice, I never took you for a funny guy,” a voice said from behind the armed group forming a barrier.
“And you are?” Pryde said looking right at the man who spoke.
“Well, I guess if you’re the hero, that must make me the bad guy,” Jericho replied with a confident smirk.
“Do you have a name?” Pryde asked.
“Don’t you already know?”
Pryd
