“Autopilots are wonderful things.”Īnd if they thought that he’d used the autopilot to land as well as takeoff, that was their mistake, not his. “The computers,” Damien told him quietly.
“You were supposed to come alone,” the same man, clearly the leader of this little squad, said.
They approached him carefully, their gaze resting on the medallion at the base of his neck for a long moment. “Keep your hands where we can see them.”ĭamien stopped, eyeing the four terrorists calmly. “Stop right there!” one of the armed Neo-Puritans snapped. His name was Damien Montgomery, Hand of the Mage-King of Mars, and he was here to pass judgment. New heat hammered against his shield from behind, and he smiled confidently as he approached the armed men waiting for him. The engines on the shuttle suddenly rotated, their motion providing enough warning for the Neo-Puritans to curse and retreat before the thrusters flared to life. Armed men, clad in retro-medieval black frock coats, emerged from the building.Īs they approached, he activated a command on the computer wrapped around his wrist. Stepping out of the spacecraft onto cooling cement, he wrapped magic around himself to protect himself from the heat and approached the entrance to the plant. The terrorists that had seized the Christopher Holder Hydroelectric Plant had demanded he come alone, and he had agreed to that request. Tucking a second golden amulet in the shape of a closed fist into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, he picked up a pair of long black leather gloves, drawing them up his arms to cover the swirling silver runes engraved into his flesh.
Unbuckling himself from his seat, he made certain that the gold medallion at his throat that marked him as a Mage was secure. He could see one of the launchers through the transparent steel window in front of him, a crudely hacked-together cradle mounted on a truck-but holding a very modern looking sensor suite and attack missile. Heavy winds buffeted the spacecraft as the mountains around the massive hydroelectric dam channeled air down and over the immense man-made cliff.Īs the flames of the engines died away, he eyed the warning light on the console that informed him at least two surface-to-air missiles were locked onto the craft. The young man in the black suit set the shuttle down gently on the concrete pad.
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