Ghosts of the Past...

[Dab]

Raf'el stalked down the ship's main corridor towards the secondary hanger bay for the use of officers and agents.

He spotted the specially-made shuttles as he walked into the hanger. Just as he was entering he heard one of the shuttles start up. Making his way across the hanger, he started up the ramp and up into the cargo hold. Standing there, packing equipment and weapons, were twelve Phantom special ops agents. As they spotted his entrance they straightened up.

One of them walked up to him and saluted. Maleneye, the squad leader, was a large man who's face was as rough and craggy as the man was brutal. "We're almost ready sir. We are packing the last of the equipment now. We should be ready within a few minutes from now. We also managed to acquire two power-armored suits, which are being loaded right now."

"Good," Raf'el said with a satisfied sigh. "I'll be in the cockpit until you are ready."

"Very well sir. We also managed to rig a freighter to fly randomly and fire a continuous stream of missiles at the ship. That should distract it enough for us to get in close and make our own opening."

"Good, continue your preparations Commander. I want your troops to take that ship without so much as a flicker of hesitation or ignorance."

"Roger that sir."

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