With Jonas in the driving seat they found that they had come up across a crevace: too steep for the WTV so they were forced to divert eastwards into some rough terrain. From here they were able to head south again, and stumbled across what seemed like a well used WTV trail.
“Likely between Dwalin and Nori” thought Jonas.
The trail led down into a deep gulley, and they followed this southwards for some hours.
A few hundred metres to the east Doc. Orlov spotted what seemed to be an old WTV wreck. The others were mostly asleep now. Jonas looked forward to the end of his shift.
Paul overheard their conversation and looked at the dead vehicle with interest.
“Any sign of pursuers Doc?” he asked Katrina.
“No. But range is only 20 km, and terrain may interfere” she replied.
“It’s unlikely they’re closer than 10 km then” said Paul. “Let’s do a very quick look see.”
Jonas shrugged and diverted slightly, while Doc. Orlov quickly donned her Vacc Suit and went into the airlock. They could see the vehicle close up now, and many of its surfaces were covered with dust.
As they watched they could see Doc. Orlov, move around the far side of the vehicle towards the airlock. Ten minutes later she reappeared and climbed back outside. She tapped her PDA.
“She says there’s a body inside, long dead. Found a couple of sample bags too. She also says there may be a couple of usable fuel cells – but it’ll take a bit of time to sort and extract them: its a mess in there. What do you think?” asked Jonas.
“Given our fuel consumption so far we probably have plenty of fuel.” said Paul. “If we run low on fuel we hook tubing between the fuel tank and Spyder’s ass—there are plenty of beans in the larder.”
“Come aboard Doc” waved Jonas.
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