The moment they hit Ganymede"s thin atmosphere—if you could even call it that—the Hurricane Bird 08 began shuddering unnervingly. The steady roar was replaced by a series of jarring, percussive THUMPS! that hammered through the hull, like some giant was taking a sledgehammer to the ship. "What the hell is that?" a rookie"s voice quivered over the comm. Staff Sergeant Hansen"s gravelly voice cut in, annoyingly calm. "Relax, kids. That"s just the locals saying hello with some anti-orbit flak. Sounds scary, but as long as our ECM is singing its jamming song and the pilot isn"t a complete dumbass, we"re golden. It"s the ones you don"t hear that get you." This did little to comfort David. Each THUMP made his heart skip a beat. Just then, the Captain"s comms linked in, and mission parameters fla
