File 6.4 - Bad Feelings

Speeding a little over the limit, Fin pushed them to get to the site in time. They had the disadvantage with the Niph deployed. It took longer to get started, but the travel time was significantly less. They would arrive roughly at the same time.

A beep came through the interior signaling that the ship was trying to get in contact with them. Sheila popped the radio quickly.

“Cap’n?” It was Nate on the radio.

They looked at each other with a questioning look for why the crew was calling them. They had their guesses, but they didn’t have the time. Sheila answered for them. “What’s up, Nate?”

“We’re on route, but radar is pickin’ up an energy signal at tha coords.”

“So it is a trap.”

“It’s weird. Tha size and signature looks like a ship, but it’s not in tha library. I ain’t ‘ever seen an’thin’ like this.”

“A ship not in the library?” questioned Fin. He looked over at Sheila. A shared glance was enough for them to know what the other was thinking. Neither liked the sounds of it. “Start a full scan of the area! We need to know what’s goin’ on down there!”

“Right, though tha city is interferin’ w’th our equipment. We need tah get a lil’ closer.”

“Tell Sam to haul ass! We need to know what we're dealin’ with!”

“Yes, Cap’n!”

The radio shut off and left the two in silence for a moment. Sheila did not give it much peace. “I don’t like this at all.”

“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t.”

“They’re were buildin’ a ship. New one it seems.”

“Yeah, but why? What are we dealin’ with?”

“Ragnarok? They have been more active lately.”

“I don’t want to be thinkin’ that we’re goin’ into a terrorist camp. All the guessin’ is gettin’ us nowhere.” They really didn’t have any answers. It was all questions. All they could do was wait on Nate to get back to them.

Which didn’t take long at all. Another beep came through the cabin and Sheila responded. However, she didn’t even get a chance and Nate’s voice interrupted her immediately. “Cap’n! It’s an engine start-up sequence! I’m gettin’ no other heat signature in tha ‘hole area.”

“Even small ones?” Fin asked, they needed to know what sort of numbers they were dealing with. If it was a trap there had to be enough to deal with them.

“None, Cap’n! Just somefin’ that looks like a truck?”

“Damn it!” The car suddenly jerked forward. All around them the squealing of the tires burning on the pavement whined in their ears. The car immediately jumped in speed, completely destroying any sort of limit or sense of restraint.

“Cap’n?” both Nate and Sheila echoed.

“Sam! Pedal faster!”

“What’s wrong? It’s a trap,” reminded Sheila.

“It’s not a trap! Our mysterious informant was actually tellin’ the truth.”

“But—“

“They’re escapin’! They aren’t plannin’ on stayin’. Whatever they were doin’ repairin’, buildin’, they had no plans on stickin’ around at all. If they skip town now, we’re gonna to be one step behind them again!”

“How can ya be sure?”

“I just know!”