The Mirrored Foe

[McNeo]

Juan Montoya was sleeping soundly in his quarters on Cadiz. The room he had to himself was well kept but small, since many soldiers were deployed all year round to hold off the Hessian threat. Even more so, now that the Wilde had stepped up their operations in the system. Intelligence had suggested that the Hessians were on the defensive due to the Wilde... of course, he knew that the Corsairs were doing no better.

*beep beep*

"... damn... wilde..."

*beep beep*

"... beeping ... wilde..."

*BEEP BEEP*

"..Uh... er.. eh...?"

Juan awoke, rubbing his eyes as he squinted in search of his beeping communications device. Feeling around the small table next to his bed, he knocked various things on to the floor. Pens, an empty glass (which thankfully didn't break) and his wallet. Eventually he found his communications device, and read the note sent by Miguel.

Not quite grasping the message, he read it again.

"What are you up to, Miguel...?"

Juan slowly, painstakingly, lazily crawled out of bed and put on his flight gear. Whilst doing so, he checked the current location of the Cazadora.

"Omicron 91, eh? Then something must be happening" Juan mused to himself.

Silently making his way to his Titan, Juan talked to no one with more than a cursory greeting. The message said that no one should know, and he was going to stick with it to the best of his ability. Jumping into his Titan, he fired up the engines and made his way to undock...