The Road to Citizenship

[Wolfs Ghost]

Despite concerns that she would be leading them into a trap, the mission was straight forward, at least, that's what Austin had planned it to be. Go in, kill or force the particular targets to eject, and get out with the defector. Simple, right? Embarrassingly simple.

Originally, she had told Austin that she wanted to kill some high-ranking personnel within the Royal Navy, but with the recent rioting on Ile-De-France and the sudden... communication problem between many of the commanding officers within the Royal Navy itself - from what she told him - they had to plan a different scenario all together, due to time constraints.

A patrol expecting to ambush an undefended or under-defended Bowex convoy shipping well needed military supplies to Planet Leeds would to have sufficed, and it did. The pilots of that patrol would never make it back to their station, nor see their families again.

A well deserved sacrifice, in Austin's opinion.

He smiled softly at her as she stirred from her slumber, letting her become fully aware of her surroundings before smiling again as she looked over at him.

"We're here, and aye, it's time for you to get settled in." He replied when she had asked if they had arrived, after a moment, and watching her get out. He opened his own door and slid out of the car, only to lean in for a second to press a button which popped open the trunk.

After shutting his door, he walked slowly towards the trunk, briefly looking over to observe what she was doing after she had gotten out of the car itself. Once at the trunk, he lifted the hood and started to pull out a couple of bags. It was around that moment he looked over to see her smiling widely and standing next to him, asking if she could help with the bags. He decided to stay quiet and nodded lightly, handing her a couple of bags before taking the rest.

"I'll go ahead of you and unlock the door so we don't have to set your things out here on the porch." He stated, lifting a couple of her bags before stepping past her, "Oh, and don't worry about shutting the trunk, I'll come do that after showing you around."

As he reached the porch, and sat the bags down. He drew in a deep breath and smiled softly. Years of literally living alone or having an occasional friend over would practically be ending today, and with that he was somewhat relieved, despite the circumstances that he was now living with a defector, who - in part - he didn't fully trust yet. At least now, he'd have someone to talk to when he was bored, rather than some stupid recording machine.

Making sure the bags didn't fall over, he proceeded to the door and typed in the security key, then pressed his thumb against the pad itself. He heard the familiar clunk of the lock as it was pulled back from it's secured position, and once that was completed... he pulled open the door, grabbing the bags once more then stepped inside, leaving the door open for her to bring her stuff in.

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