Chapter 2
Moving about a ton of equipment in 8 short hours while trying to stay covert was a stone-cold b***h! At least that’s what Lieutenant Mutai was thinking to himself. Fortunately, it was third shift, and most of the crew were asleep. His men had been stopped only three times by Navy officers. On all three occasions, the marines had told the truth, mostly. Their general response had been along the lines of “The commander has us practicing night maneuvers,” or “A crazy-ass young officer has a burr up his backside over something” His favorite had been “Stupid officers-stupid navy-stupid regulations.” His men could be very creative when talking to officers.
Engineering was beginning to look like a storeroom. Carefully stacking the ammo and other explosives away from the fusion engines
