He smirked again, though this time she wouldn't see it. It was fairly naive but also somewhat charming of her to refuse to abandon him despite how uncomfortable he made her feel.
— Sweet of you. Not that the gesture of solidarity would mean much if I were already dead. If I live, then I'll return the gesture.
Once they reached the point of no return, he stood up and walked to a section of the floor that housed the tractor beam, directly above him were the cargo bay doors and directly ahead was his pilot.
— Jettison me. This should only take an hour and thirty minutes. I'll need you to pinpoint a spot of the compound with a low concentration of people, that's where I'll be landing. You'll be my eyes in the sky and the voice in my head.
It was time, he gave her the signal to launch him out of the ship and into a freefall. Though his confidence hinted at the fact that he had most likely come equipped with a wing-suit and inertia dampening system. In any case, he was now zooming toward the compound and awaiting her guidance.
