Campbell was at the opening of the mammoth black cave in minutes. After disengaging the security of the clipper, he entered the cockpit and surveyed the lit sensors monitor.
“Aw crap, this is bad,” he muttered as he punched keys to get more details about the approaching ship from the sensor computer. His heart sank when he noted the sensory signature of a military clipper similar to his own. It was about to land approximately a kilometer east of his position.
Damn! That's no geographical survey team. That's a military security force. We've been found!
The approaching clipper abruptly disappeared off his monitor. At first Campbell was stunned and confused before he realized the clipper was hiding in the heat signature of one of the many volcanic fissures in the surrounding area. The heat
