TWENTY-SEVEN
The ship landed in the disused hangar, jets of steam expelling themselves from vents on the underside of the hull. A minute later a ramp opened, slowly settling itself on the grey concrete floor of the large space. Hameda strode out purposefully, followed by Ragyi and Ullar. A small huddle of people on the far side of the hangar walked over slowly, the biting temperatures making movement difficult. “Hameda”, one man said. “Welcome to Valkash.”
“Thank you, Jaka. Are we set?”
“Yes,” the man replied readily. “Security is very tight across the planet. However, up here, not many patrols have been seen.”
“Ragyi, Ullar. Show the men the craft in the cargo hold. We need to move quickly if this is going to work.” They did as their leader asked, heading off towards the ship, leaving
