**I'm moving the story ahead.  Those that haven't posted in a while have gotten a PM from me, and if they don't respond soon, I'll drop them from the game.  I meant to do this before but I've been sick the past few days and my muse has a fever**<br/><br/>EE grabbed Leer and took to the air.  EE was one of the few who could fly without the bikes, but higher up had decided that, unless absolutely necessary not to ride one, she'd be on a bike for the trip up or down.  Hugging Leer close, she made it up to the platform and landed, setting Leer down and pulling a laser pistol.  They'd landed on a section where no one was currently stationed, so they didn't have to immediately start shooting people.  Patting Leer on the shoulder, she began moving forward through the plant, hoping to find and link up with Sentinel.  She'd gotten the message and knew to be on the lookout, but she had no idea who or what to expect.<br/><br/>She stopped near a corner and peeked around.  Two men, obviously on break, were leaning against a railing smoking.  They might be an issue if anyone could see them.  She stepped back and whispered quietly to Leer, "Two tangos, twelve meters past the corner.  How do you want to handle it?"<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>The small spire that Ratchet and Hitzel were heading for was an observation and remote data uplink site.  Because plants like Platform 47 dealt with many tons of potentially explosive material, it was necessary to maintain backups of information about what's going on inside the plant without being at the plant itself.  If an explosion or accident did occur, it would be easier to piece things together from official logs that remained outside the area of the explosion.  On duty this late at night would be two technicians actively working and a third on standby to serve as a flight controller for inbound freighters.<br/><br/>Most of the freighters to land on planets were short range affairs built to carry cargo up and down from a planet's surface.  Their hulls were lined with OG plates that made the entire freighter weigh next to nothing even when fully loaded.  Most weren't even technically freighters, but rather specialized tugs that wrapped around standard sized containers to be hauled into space and linked up with real freighters or simply kept in an orbital yard.  While each container in a linked section might only be twenty to thirty meters long, a fully loaded link freighter could stretch up to a maximum of three kilometers, according to GA regulations.<br/><br/>The third operator was sitting inside the control room with the other two, enjoying a cup of coffee and chatting.  Built atop a frame not too dissimilar to recon towers, it had an elevator and emergency stairs to take them the 50 or so meters down at the end of the shift, along with a small platform for maintenance crews to land on.  The room the men were inside of had wide windows on the three sides closest to the platform, while only having a window in the door leading out to the platform.  Sitting atop the control room's roof was a small antenna and radar dish assembly, with thick cables descending down into the computer laden control room.  During the day, up to six people would be working around the clock in this room.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>Immediately after donning the worker's coveralls, Sentinel received a burst transmit from the<em>Halifax</em>that the agents were about to be on the platform in under a minute and it told him where they were going to be coming from.  It wasn't the best intel ever, but it would give him some piece of mind that the cavalry was on its way.  The only problem was, to get to where the team would be infiltrating, Sentinel would need to pass through either the main processing area, which required a keycard ID, passing through the mess hall and lounge, or going the long way that might take up to three minutes or more if he didn't run.  Only one way kept him from being seen by the crews working or off-duty, but it would take longer to meet up with the team.