The Minotaur WTV had been pulled up in front of the main entrance, and Jake, Spyder and Doc. Orlov were hidden behind this. Jonas and Marcus were concealed inside the adjacent hanger, which was where Croatan’s own WTV was parked.
On their handcomps they watched and listened to the relayed feed as the two Wu Ketai WTV’s approached, and overheard the ensuing conversation. The familiar voice of Captain Zhu barked uncompromising instructions to Phillipe.
“Attention Unidentified Base. You will return the three fugitives to us at once. There will be no negotiation. Return them now or we will reclaim our personnel by force.”
Phillipe feigned ignorance.
“I am not interested in your lies, or the lies you have no doubt been told regarding these criminals. Return them now and I guarantee you will not be harmed. fail to respond immediately and I can guarantee nothing. That is all: you have one minute.”
After a minute Phillipe tried again, but this time there was no response. The two WTV’s started to back towards the entrance, and four black clad figures started to deploy from each. The figures initially took cover behind the wheels of their vehicles, and from the rear airlocks. And then Spyder could resist no longer and shot at one, missing. Two of the men re -positioned and started to fire back with their machine pistols. Jake remained hidden, having a limited field of fire.
From within the hanger Marcus operated the door switch, and as it opened both he and Jonas sprayed out with the Scimitars they had captured some weeks before, unfortunately hitting nothing. The counterfire clipped Jonas however and pinned them inside. Marcus jammed and struggled to reload.
There was a slight lull and one of the Wu Ketai men, seeing an opportunity to reach the side of the hanger and surprise its occupants, made a break for it. Jake was ready for it as the man cut across his field of fire, and a spray from his AFL -16 cut the man down.
This seemed to cause some consternation among the attackers. While one man kept Marcus and Jonas pinned down, the other two disappeared back inside the rover. One attacker, hit with multiple pistol bullets from Spyder and Doc. Orlov, staggered back inside the other WTV.
And then the southernmost WTV started to drive off, seemingly much to the irritation of the man shooting at the hanger. Seeing the other WTV flee, the one engaged with Spyder and Doc. Orlov also withdrew.
Peeping outside, Marcus espied the fallen chinaman, and dragged him inside. One of the Croatans appeared and squatted down, reading the mandarin insignia.
“Captain Zhu” he read slowly. “Guess you struck lucky.”