Chapter 7
Logan
“Sir. There are heat signatures moving in this direction.”
“How many?” Logan asked his surveillance expert.
“Ten that I can clearly identify.”
“Everyone hold your positions until I give the order to move. We want to take them alive for questioning.”
“What if they fire on us first?”
“You can defend yourselves, but our weapons are more advanced than theirs and we are better-trained warriors. We have the advantage, but they have the numbers.”
“Yes, sir,” all his men answered.
“Where would you like us, Captain Coor?” the human lieutenant asked.
Logan did not want the human warriors involved at all. He still believed that someone inside the dome was involved in tipping off the thieves. The colonel insisted that three of his men come with them.
“Stay back. I’ll let you know when we need you.”
“This is still our planet,” one of the soldiers grumbled.
Logan glared at him. “Shall I contact your superior and mine and let them know you have decided we are not needed?”
The other male looked away but not before Logan could see his anger. “Stay back until I call for you to assist,” Logan repeated his orders.
He moved to the edge of the building they were situated on. The building was only partially standing, but the level they hid on was about three floors up and gave them a good vantage point to watch.
Tapping his earpiece communicator, he asked his surveillance expert the most important question. “Where are the heat signatures now?”
“Moving closer toward the drop-off point.”
“ETA on the shipment?”
“Coming in now, sir. Counting down. Ten, nine, eight…”
“Everyone be alert.”
“Yes, sir!”
Then they went silent. Logan felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. Something was about to happen, and it worried him. He didn’t like the unknown. The unpredictable could hurt you or even kill you.
“The truck with the shipment is approaching in five, four, three...”
Movement caught his attention. From out of the darkness, a body moved toward the truck. Actually, the body seemed to stumble, trip, and fall in front of the truck. If the driver wasn’t prepared for anything, he might have driven right over the body. He could hear the brakes to the vehicle grinding.
“Sir?” the driver asked through his earpiece.
“We can’t see the person on the ground. Check it out. They could be injured.”
The chances that this wasn’t a setup were slim. But he couldn’t allow an innocent person to be injured needlessly. At the same time, he had one of his warriors dressed as a human driving the truck and he wasn’t going to let his own warrior go without help either.
“Team One, move forward but stay out of sight.”
He watched as the human warriors reached for night vision goggles. His people didn’t need them; they had excellent vision. But the wind was building a sand barrier and it was becoming more difficult to see clearly. He moved closer to the ledge to get a better view.
