CHAPTER XXXX: A TALE OF TWO DELIVERERS Tirahn and Laral Utan had been riding for almost twenty minutes when Laral pointed to one of the Bura huge inner passageways that led from the topside world to the subterranean paradise of Takrat where the rumored Black Sun was said to shine a constant soft dark light that brought inner peace and contentment. Tirahn would have to see that to believe it, but for now she and the Bura warrior were about to enter the dark inner passageway down deep into the bowels of the planet TaBora. Tirahn warned Laral against any treachery, but as the two white hursas entered the enormous one hundred foot diameter tunnel, no one was waiting for them. Tirahn locked her helmet into search mode and could only see a large transport of some kind up ahead. The further use of her Black Caster revealed no life forms, so Tirahn inquired what the huge transport was. Laral replied, “A Segma” with his voice weakening. Laral had lost a lot of blood during their journey and Tirahn had no medical supplies on her- her Kyrie internal life support systems sealed within the suit and helmet. She was still breathing on her oxygenators and was drinking water from a hydro tube that connected to internal hydro bladders which also helped cool her suit down. It was becoming obvious that Laral needed medical attention, but first she had to infiltrate the capital city of Although Tirahn had the power of second sight, the only things she had envisioned on this world was darkness. She could hear the prayers of the Bura before they attacked her, but chose to ignore them. Right now, Laral was praying that he would make it into the healing rays of the mighty Black Sun and was quoting the Orban. Tirahn tuned it out and focused on getting to her light jumper unit. By the time they reached the Segma, Tirahn had discovered that it was some form of rapid transit system as a new multi-tunnel system came into view ahead. Five of these smaller tunnels were arranged in a row at the end of the inner passageway, but there was only one Segma inside the first tunnel entrance. From the looks of the pod, Tirahn concluded that this was one of many that might form some sort of long segmented ball train; hence, the name. Little did she know that Segma in Bura only meant Worm. There were two large ball thrusters on both sides of the spherical machine and large X-wings that met the sides of the tunnel with large ball rollers. After dismounting , Tirahn helped Laral off his hursa Pakfaw and carried him over to the Segma. Laral limped into the tunnel, followed by Tirahn. He opened the front door of the pod which swung upwards and they entered the cabin as the door automatically retracted and sealed. Laral hit a switch, and a display came on. The thrusters started to power up as Laral started to pass out. Tirahn tried to keep him conscious, but he was out cold. Tirahn studied the display and put her hand on the grip that was connected to a shaft that was attached to a ball mount on the floor. On her left side was a console and throttle with four levers: two connected and two not connected. Above the view port was a panel with four circular lights, none of which were on right now. And to her right was another panel with rows of switches. Tirahn wasn’t sure how to operate this thing, but as the switch panel was lit up she tried a few. One switch flip activated a comlink. Bura chatter was heard inside the cabin. Tirahn openly spoke in the cabin. “This is Tirahn of the Sith and I have one of your warriors who is seriously wounded. I seek medical attention in the city of Tirahn had little time to waste, so she asked how to operate the Segma thrust car. A Bura engineer then came onto the comlink and instructed her to follow his orders precisely. He told her to look at the display panel on her right and hit the first row of switches. She did, and this turned on powerful ultraviolet headlights on the vehicle, activated the anti-collision transponders, and activated the tracking sensors. Next, she was told to look at the console to her left- that was her destination navi-unit. She was told to hit the second switch which activated a display screen on the view port. She did. Next, she was to look for a shining yellow light on the view screen and touch it. She did. That was the capital Takrat which the navi-unit now calculated speed and route. An automatic timer would be set once she was moving and would count down until she reached the capital. Next, she was to slowly raise the two middle throttle levers at the same time- these were the engine thruster power units. Tirahn slowly pushed them upwards and the slow humming of the vehicle increased dramatically. Last, the engineer told her that the two connected throttle levers were the coupled engine thruster accelerators. She was to slowly raise them up until she gained speed and then use the hand grip to control the movement of the Segma as she focused on the main view port and watched for directional signals to turn down various connecting tunnels until she reached the capital. If she reached a tunnel where a Segma train was forming, her transponders would automatically take control and connect the pod to the others traveling along the same tunnel. Once she was near an exit then the transponder would auto release her pod and she would again have to accelerate up to maximum speed and take manual control. It was that simple. Tirahn pushed the throttles forward and the pod began to move slowly, then faster, until she could feel the force of the engines requiring her to grab the control grip and follow the view port display screen. As soon as she started moving, a timer started in the lower left corner of the visual display. It was running down in Bura sequence. The engineer then added one last comment, I hope you have your restraints on because the Segmas travel extremely fast. Tirahn could already feel the strange X-wing craft moving at over Sith 100 PLU (Progressive length units) which then moved rapidly up to an estimated 200 PLU. Tirahn was moving the control stick left and right as the curves came up very quickly. It was like piloting a star fighter and pulling high gravitational forces. Tirahn was safe in her pressurized Kyrie suit but Laral was being jolted around unconscious by the fast moving Segma. Tirahn was amazed at the intricate tunnel network and coordinated paths. Guide lights were built into the tunnels and Segmas were crossing each others path at incredible speeds. Tirahn was approaching a straight line accelerator and the engine thrust was augmented by field conductors that jumped the speed up to over 300 PLU! Tirahn thought the transport was going to crash, but it held steady as the X-wing ball rollers were really moving. Noise was minimal. The Buras had developed some supreme engineering down here and Tirahn was staring at another set of Bura numbers in the upper right corner of the display screen that were steadily climbing. Was that her level of descent? Had she already plunged almost several miles under the surface? Only minutes had gone by, yet the timer was counting down rapidly. Then, all of a sudden, the pod was slowing and the circle lights that were once all lit up systematically shut back down. A Segma train was up ahead and her routing called for her to attach to the train. All controls were then automated as the transponder signals aligned her pod for attachment to the forward pod. They connected easily and within a few moments Tirahn’s pod had been attached to by another pod at the rear. The ball train was gaining speed and was at an estimated 150 PLU. Tirahn could not make out the strange Bura velocity readings so she kept estimating in Sith units. The timer was still counting down even as the depth was climbing. After a short time, her transponder came alive again and her pod separated first from the train and then from the pod behind her as she raced the throttles forward and swung hard right down a new tunnel that was twisting and turning at incredible speeds back up to well over 225 PLU. Accelerator tunnels pushed her pod up past 300 PLU and now the timer was racing. The Segma was flying miles below the surface and still the pod was plunging down at tremendous speed. Tirahn followed the route until finally she could see light up ahead and the dark tunnels ended into transparent tunnels that revealed a fantastic inner city of black and gold splendor. Tirahn had never seen such a golden paradise with huge bodies of water, trees, strange animals, and millions of people. Then she looked up and saw the impossible- the fabled Black Sun and its soft dark light. As its rays hit the cabin, Tirahn’s mind went blank and she experienced a great inner joy that the Sith never possessed. She felt truly alive and full of an energy she couldn’t explain. Laral was then suddenly conscious and wide awake. He looked over at the Kyrie who was operating the pod over Takrat. It was an odd sight akin to a hallucination, and yet Laral Utan was filled with joy. His wounds were still serious, but his mind and spirit were stronger than his body. He thanked the Sith for taking him home and soon she pulled the pod into an off tunnel unloading zone. Final depth had been reached. Awaiting her were more armed Katarsh Warriors, but they did not threaten her in any way. They looked in disgust at her, but signaled for her to join them as Laral was taken to a healing station. As Tirahn walked the black and gold lined streets she wondered how this all was possible- how a sun could be inside the core of a world, hidden from sight. No wonder nobody ever saw a Bura in the Outer Rim… why would anyone want to leave this beautiful place? The Holy Moske was an imposing site made of gilded black marble with strange hanging black, gold, and violet cloth. It had a huge arched Holy Gateway and passing through it there were great tall black monoliths arranged in rows that were shinier than any pure obsidia on Tirahnna. Violet flowers grew all over the place and there were hanging gardens from massive flat pyramid structures with water cascading down from them. Tirahn’s eyes could not take all of this in, and she became dazed as the reflection off her visor view screen was powerfully strong. She stopped for a moment, but was urged on by the Katarsh Warriors who led her to a set of Golden Doors that led directly into the Holy Moske and the Inner Core where a large Orban floated in the middle of the circular structure. Hundreds of Buras clad in sacred black cloth were all worshipping the Orban when all activity suddenly stopped as the Sith entered into the Center Light Ring. There sat the Holy One Dasam Umein upon a clothed levitator unit called a Karpaat (Bura, for riser). Other holy men were floating around him in a circle, but he was raised highest. The holy men urged the Sith to bow, but when she didn’t, one of the Moske Guards tried to force her helmet down from behind. That’s when the spell was broken as a Sith alarm sounded in her helmet. Activating target mode, her whip cord dropped and quickly coiled around the surprised Moske guard who was crushed to death and hurled backwards with force into the Golden Doors. More Moske Guards moved in, but the Kyrie grabbed her Black Fire weapon and ignited it, spreading fear into the Inner Core. The Guards moved back as everyone stared at the power of the Black Fire. But the Holy One Dasam Umein wasn’t afraid. He asked her what her name was. “Tirahn of the Sith” she responded without emotion. Dasam asked her what her purpose was here on TaBora. “I was forced into your atmosphere and had to make an emergency ejection while my star fighter crashed in your valley to the north. My light jumper unit was saved as well, preserved in an obsidian ball very similar looking to your sacred Orban. All I want is the light jumper unit back and a suitable starship that has a hyperdrive unit installed. Then I will leave your world.” Dasam clapped his hands and Tirahn could hear a large rolling noise coming from behind a pair of holy curtains. When the curtains were raised there was her light jumper unit- still intact! Immediately she de-activated her Black Fire weapon and went to inspect the obsidan shell. Dasam smiled and asked the Sith if she had the power of the Black Light. Tirahn was about to answer “no” but then remembered her Shadow suit. Into her helmet she gave the command, “Shadow suit, engage”. Immediately the dark matter ball generators activated and the anomalous form of the Kyrie was seen covered in a black invisible shroud of energy. The holy men all gasped at the sight. The prophecy was true after all, which means that the “Time of Our Trouble” had finally come with the arrival of the Sith. Dasam Umein knew she was the deliverer even though she was a vile Sith, so he spoke to her once more. “Tirahn of the Sith” you have proven yourself worthy of what you ask, you may have your obsidian ball mechanism back. But I regret to inform you that there are no starships here on our world . As you can see, we have no need of them.” Tirahn was shocked and de-activated her Shadow suit. She was trapped on this world unless the Sith actually discovered the planet. In that case, she would be captured and killed. How is this possible? My vision is clear and accurate. There MUST be some other way off this world. Tirahn looked up at Dasam and asked, “but what of the Thumpers operating on the surface. How are their building materials supplied to them?” “By giant cargo Segmas and small, largely unmanned Krava atmospheric lifters.” Tirahn thought hard and then another thought entered her mind, “What about Bassam Omenga’s Scaffaw?” Dasam Umein had not heard that name in nearly five years and was offended by it. “Bassam is a common murderer and does not represent our race or culture. He alone built that starship with the assistance of topsider rebels and it was captured along with Bassam at Grynd. There is no chance of that starship or Bassam ever returning to TaBora again. I am the Holy One and I forbid it. Now go Sith, and take your obsidian ball topside. You can await transport from there or live out your life on the topside with the rebels.” Despite Dasam’s harsh language and tone he KNEW the Sith would aid the Bura when the “Time of Our Trouble” came- even if SHE wasn’t aware of that yet. That is why he HAD to let her go. She would choose the right path when the time was right. Tirahn’s light jumper unit was loaded onto a large load-carrying Segma and Tirahn along with it. She arrived back up at the surface within a short time close to the site where the new tunnel was being constructed. Armed Katarsh Warriors were sent with her to make sure she got to the surface and they unloaded the obsidian ball for her there. Then they departed back to their subterranean paradise. In despair, Tirahn thought all hope was lost. But she had no idea that right now her Dark Lord Kalore was coming with the Defiance ahead of a Sith strike force. On Grynd even more bizarre events were unfolding… As Ligris and the Great Mandras opened the door leading to the hallway that led to the repulsor lift, Bassam Omenga was deep in silent prayer as he sat, legs crossed, on his levitating Karpaat. Ligris led the way as Mandras helped push the levitator forward. But trouble started immediately once the lone loitering PST guard saw the impossible- Prisoner 001 being released not only from his cell, but his entire holding bay! The Grynd PST Team Leader Xalen immediately rushed down the prison hall to halt the “visitors”. At his side was a vicious barking Dibra Death Hound. Ligris sensed that there would be a confrontation and sure enough, he was right. Xalen raised his arm up and yelled at the trio to, “STOP RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE!” The Great Mandras was not impressed and moving up to the front plainly stated, “Didn’t I dismiss you already? You are relieved of ALL your duties as this prison will soon be unoccupied.” Xalen was fuming mad and continued to yell, “JUST WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TAKING THAT PRISONER?” Mandras was aggravated now and stated officially, “As leader of Gog, I, the Great Mandras, have pardoned this prisoner in the name of global security.” Xalen thought he was going crazy and shouted once more, “ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND? BASSAM OMENGA IS AN INTER-GALACTIC TERRORIST WANTED IN BOTH RIMS. HE CAUSED THE DAY OF DESTRUCTION. AND NOW YOU ARE JUST GOING TO RELEASE HIM? I WILL NOT ALLOW IT!” Xalen then loosened his grip on the Dibra’s twin collar impulse line. The two-headed dog was growling and barking at the same time, intent on attacking the three figures in the hall. Ligris casually pushed Mandras aside and gave the PST guard a warning, “Either you stand down right now or we will go through you.” Xalen paused for a moment then laughed mockingly as he released the Dibra. The dog lurched at Ligris, but he instinctively grabbed both necks of the dog and tried to crush their wind pipes. But the two-headed beast was biting wildly, mauling Ligris who was not dressed for combat. There was no layered Mangalore fur to protect him this time as this was Ligris‘ first diplomatic mission. The bites were tearing his flesh as Ligris struggled to keep the dog’s mouths from his neck. Mandras had backed up while Bassam continued to meditate in silent prayer- oblivious to the threat before them. As the Dibra snapped at Ligris neck, he became filled with Kraal rage and moved his right arm against the second head of the dog. With great force he pushed it sideways even as his left hand was chocking the other head. The Dibra was clawing wildly into Ligris chest as he continued to push the dog’s second head to the right with tremendous force. The head began to whimper as the neck muscles strained and then Ligris broke the second head’s neck with a loud SNAP! Immediately, the other head tried to shake loose of Ligris grip as both of his hands now pulled the Dibra off the ground and into the air. It opened its mouth wide with several rows of exposed razor sharp teeth now trying to get at its target. Ligris was dripping with blood but then with a final burst of energy grabbed the dog’s upper and lower jaws and rammed them apart, breaking both of them. The dog cried out as its jaws hung limp, then Ligris broke its neck too. The Dibra fell to the floor. Ligris was physically exhausted and examined his wounds as Xalen pulled the charging handle on the KA-47 Hailstorm and aimed the weapon at Ligris head, which was pointed down towards the floor. Mandras thought they were all dead as Xalen prepared to pull the trigger. But Ligris reacted with lightning reflexes. Looking up, he grabbed the tip of the Hailstorm’s barrel with his left hand and forced it backwards as his right hand grabbed Xalen’s wrist and twisted it back simultaneously. Xalen tried to pull the trigger and finally succeeded; but the barrel was pointing at his head by the time he fired the weapon, splattering his brains all over the shiny gloss white floor. Bassam’s concentration was broken with the gun fire and looking down at the dead Dibra and PST guard said, “My prayers are being answered faster than I could ever imagine. Thank the sacred Orban.” Mandras, who was soaked in sweat spoke out, “No, you should thank Ligris. He did all the work.” But Bassam only responded with a religious spiritual attitude, “The Orban works in mysterious ways.” Mandras shook his head as Ligris grabbed the KA-47 and a hot blade from the dead guard. The trio then proceeded down the long, narrow hallway until they reached the repulsor lift. However, the gun fire was detected by the Zux Z-4 supercomputer and it shut down all systems automatically while alerting the Dibras in the outer yard. No alarms sounded as the Z-4 made every effort not to cause panic or confusion. All alerts were coded. However, the Grynd driver of the Cedes speedmaster noticed that something unusual was happening when the automated guns trained on his vehicle suddenly shifted over to the At the repulsor lift Ligris and Mandras knew that something was wrong. The overhead spot-scanner was watching them intently. Mandras ordered that the lift be re-activated immediately, that he was pardoning the prisoner 001 and that he was free to leave along with him. Yet the Zux Z-4 was ignoring him. Dandau was locked down. Now there would be two new prisoners to add to the list, numbers 002 and 003. Bassam was baffled by the lift. For all these five years he was forced to believe he was living topside and that the sunlight in his holding bay was natural. With this realization Bassam asked how far down they were. Ligris reponed, “300 feet”. Bassam could not believe his ears… 300 feet into the ground… what the Bura considered just an inner passageway entrance. But at least it was still not topside. The infidels had truly tortured his mind, but now the truth was known and Bassam was on the path to a full recovery. But how would they make it to the topside without the repulsor? Bassam meditated on it and then the answer came to him. With great wisdom he told Ligris to attempt to remove the repulsor lift door and then see if the ceiling access panel could be removed. Ligris didn’t know what Bassam was up to, but he was the terrorist and his expertise at escape was at least equal to Ligris as a bounty hunter. But the Zux Z-4 was wiser then them all. It knew they were attempting to escape by replacing the repulsor with the Bura’s Karpaat. The Z-4 could order the lift to return to the upper level and then release it again once they entered the shaft. This would crush them to death at the base of the shaft. Or, the Z-4 could just gas them instead. Prisoner 001 had never escaped Dandau, and now the other two would not either. The Z-4 activated the gas which slowly poured from the vents along the corridor ceiling. Mandras spotted it first and urged Ligris to quickly hurry with the repulser door. But it was too heavy and Ligris had only managed to pull it forward barely one inch. The gas was TKO which had neural neutralizers in it. Bassam quickly removed his Tarabyn head piece and tore strips of cloth off of it for the trio to cover their noses. Bassam remained in a meditative state, praying to the sacred Orban to help the infidels. Ligris yelled, “It’s no good, the door won’t budge more than an inch.” Mandras was discouraged, but then remembered the security measures employed at the prison. Once, a long time ago, he toured the facility and remembered that to control the wild Dibras, explosive collars were fitted in the event the dogs turned on their handler’s. “The collars!” Mandras shouted, I must reach them in time.” With that said Mandras sprinted back down the long hall and disconnected the line cord from the collar which automatically triggered a fifteen second delay until detonation. Mandras sprinted back to the repulsor door and just managed to jam the twin collars into the one inch running crack before jumping aside as the detonators exploded and forced the door apart. Actually, the door was almost unhinged and bent outwards. Gas continued to flood the hall, but now Ligris and Mandras quickly pushed Bassam into the open lift. After placing Bassam down on the lift floor Ligris mounted the levitator unit and smashed open the ceiling access panel leading to the open shaft. Ligris then lifted Bassam up to the open panel and pushed him through as Mandras placed his foot in Ligris hands while placing his arms on Ligris’ shoulders. With one move Mandras was raised up and out of the lift. Ligris could see the thick green TKO gas forming a dark cloud and moving quickly along the gloss white floor towards the repulsor lift. It was about to reach the edge when Ligris pulled the broken door back inwards to shut it as best he could. He then jumped up to the access panel and pulled himself up onto the repulsor outer top plate before closing the panel. It would not hold as the TKO gas poured under the door and rose up to meet the trio on top of the lift. Ligris needed to know if the Karpaat was strong enough to lift three people? Bassam said firmly, “No, only two. The levitator’s maximum weight load was 300 lbs and even then this was a worshipping Karpaat, not a military one.” Ligris said, “So be it, you two will go. Take the KA-47. I will figure out another way up.” Mandras wanted to hand Bassam the KA-47 to shoot the door open as they rose to meet it, but Bassam said that he couldn’t operate the weapon and the Karpaat at the same time. “You will have to make the shots Great Mandras.” Mandras responded with alarm, “But I was never a warrior and do not know how to shoot such a weapon- a Sith one at that.” Bassam listened to Mandras and then reached for his left hand with Bassam’s right. Gently, he tugged Mandras’ hand over to the sacred Orban and placed it firmly over the sphere. He said but one word, “Believe”. Mandras held his hand there for a moment and shut his eyes. Nothing happened at first, but then a soft dark light glowed in his mind. He could see it widening as he let go of his conscious mind and was amazed to see the repulsor outer door and a boxed unit built into the shaft far to the left of the door. Mandras would have instinctively just shot at the door to force it open but the Orban was showing him the cleverly misplaced operating unit. Slowly, as he kept his eyes shut, Mandras focused on that unit and found that his arms were raising the KA-47 up towards it on their own. He was being guided spiritually and he was not a spiritual man. But he let go of himself and could see the barrel of the KA-47 pointing directly at the boxed unit. Bassam at that very moment placed his hand on top of Mandras’ and shifted the Karpaat sideways. At that precise moment, Mandras fired the KA-47 and hit the repulsor lift’s concealed operating unit which caused the door to open as its system malfunctioned. The Zux Z-4 had lost sight of the three prisoners when the repulsor spot-scanner was destroyed in a detonation. The prisoners had rushed into the repulsor lift but they had no place to go as the TKO gas would eventually flood the entire repulsor lift shaft. The outer door was locked and waiting outside in the Bassam and Mandras looked up at the falling dogs and braced for impact but they both fell to each side of the Karpaat that was hovering ten feet below the outer door. Bassam and Mandras both removed their hands from the sacred Orban and breathed a sigh of relief. Back down on the stuck repulsor TKO gas was slowly rising from the access panel as Ligris held a piece of cloth over his nose and mouth. He didn’t think it would end this way. What would the Kraal brethren think back home on Ira-dan? And what about my love, Kailen? Will I never see her again? As Ligris contemplated a solution to his dilemma the answer came thundering down onto the repulsor lift right on top of Ligris. The impact of the two Dibras almost crushed Ligris but he was exceptionally strong right now thanks to the Gussam bio form pumping up his body chemicals. The two wounded Dibras and four attacking heads tried to go for his neck, but Ligris forced the dogs heads down into the TKO gas as Ligris shoved them off of him. The dogs were knocked out. And still the gas was rising. The Z-4 was puzzled by all the inactivity going on. Spot-scanners in the Ligris was up on his feet when the command signal was received. A blinker on the dogs twin collars indicated that the detonators were going to blow. Ligris dropped to his knees and removed both collars, dropping them back into the lift and braced for the detonations. With a loud twin BOOM! the repulsor was blown apart. Ligris was hanging onto a corner as the repulsor came to life and started to rise. The detonations had blown its drive control system and the auto-response was to return to the main building level. The detonations had also vaporized the TKO gas. But even as it rose, half of the flooring and half of the side of the repulser were missing. Both Dibras had fallen to the base of the lift once the repulsor sped upwards and Ligris was left holding one of their impulse lines in his hand. At 300 lbs the Kraal was bending down the corner metal as gravity pulled his weight downwards with force. Ligris would drop any second and plunge to his death… but then he saw that the emergency stop lever was still in the upwards position. He wondered if the lever would still function or if it was locked into place by the detonations. He would soon find out. As the metal corner bent inwards Ligris let go and looped the line cord around the emergency stop handle. He couldn’t believe his luck- it was holding! Far above, Bassam and Mandras could hear the lift coming towards them. Bassam moved the Karpaat up to the outer door as Mandras held the KA-47 ready to fire at anything that moved. But no one was in the Ligris was still clinging for life on the Dibra’s impulse line when finally the repulsor lift reached the Ligris thought that perhaps his idea was crazy after all. And the thought of Bassam controlling the mission once he got the Thumper sent shiver down Ligris’ spine. We have all become madmen… However, they weren’t free just yet. The Z-4 computer was watching very intently through the spot-scanners. Prisoner 003 had a channet in his hand and was attempting to use it. The Z-4 activated a dampening field so that the channet couldn’t connect with the com net. The Great Mandras ruled Gog but he couldn’t get an open channel to the outside world. It was broad daylight and Mandras could even see the parked Cedes speedmaster waiting for him in the street. But the Ligris was pacing about trying to plan their escape when Bassam, still meditating, said peacefully, “when you cannot go outside, go inside.” Ligris and Mandras just stared at him. They both thought to themselves the Bura IS insane. There is no way out. But Bassam was clearly not as he opened his eyes and slowly eased himself off the Karpaat. He was very weak from starvation and abuse and yet he casually removed his holy cloth and wrapped it around his body. He then tucked the sacred Orban into it before approaching But Bassam simply looked at the charging meter on the Sith weapon and without a word opened up on the barred windows, shattering them to pieces. Immediately a hail of fire erupted from the turbo-pulser guns outside which made the Cedes driver duck for cover inside the luxury speedmaster. The powerful stream of concentrated firepower was eating away at the building’s face and with it, the lectrobars. Ligris and Mandras were lying prone on the floor as the noise was deafening from the continuous fire of the guns. But Bassam was still standing and fired the KA-47 into a large ventilator under one of the machine consoles. “Quickly my friends, into the ventilation shaft”, Bassam ordered.
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