EE was glad Leer was clinging to her, because she always felt safer with someone else hanging on to her.  She could fly, but... it was different this way.  She felt the warmth against her back and felt the giddiness even through the simple contact.  With a twist of the throttle, EE and Leer were out into the rushing cold air, on their way down.  The OG vehicle was buffeted by sharp turbulence as they passed through the massive wake generated by the<em>Halifax</em>in her passing.  Thankfully they were soon past it, and the vehicle was stable after that.<br/><br/>The flight down lasted just over two minutes, most of that time spent bleeding off the tremendous speed they'd kept from the ship.  As the two person spotter team, they flew ahead of everyone else, and soon they were making a silent pass over the warehouses located along the railyard leading to and from the processing plant.  The OG car came to a soft landing near one of the warehouses, and without turning off the engine, EE stood and jumped off, rushing towards the door to the warehouse.  She jumped and floated to one of the windows, peering inside, before breaking the glass.<br/><br/>Slipping inside was easy since she could fly, and she made sure the building was empty before floating down to where the door was locked.  Using her magnetic powers, the door's tumblers lifted themselves into place and turned, opening the massive doors for the OG vehicles to slip inside.  Everyone was to hide their OG sleds here so that if they needed to make a quick escape, they could.  EE ran back to hers and slipped it inside the warehouse, landing it near a large pile of crates.<br/><br/>* * *<br/><br/>As each OG vehicle lept from the open bay into the dark air of the late night colony, each vehicle was being tracked via a narrow-focus laser aimed at the<em>Halifax</em>from which Captain Simpson watched from the ship's bridge.  The bridge was currently active as crewmen went about preparing the<em>Halifax</em>for final descent, the ship conveniently hovering in a holding pattern near enough for weapons to hit any target on the ground without appearing out of place.  Captain Simpson was glad for the overview, because he'd seen a few ops go bad just with regular infantry when lack of air coverage had killed off entire platoons.<br/><br/>The terminal built into the arm of his command chair chirped, and he pressed his thumb against the sensor to read that it was him, and it displayed the message.  It was from the local SBI office, keeping an eye on things, and they had forwarded a brief report to him.  Reading it, he turned to his comms officer, "Get me Master Sergeant Jordan on the horn."<br/><br/>The officer quickly obeyed, then nodded, "You're on sir," just as the forward screen was replaced with an image of Jordan from his service file, along with the word SIMULATION down on the bottom.  No doubt Flicker would be on his way down to the planet already.<br/><br/>"Master Sergeant, we've just gotten word that one of our own is already on the ground.  He's one of yours so you should recognize him on sight.  Link up with him and continue your mission.  Simpson out."<br/>