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Aiden knew he had less than two hours before the shuttle would detonate. Carelessly he glanced down at his watch and watched as a couple of seconds ticked away on its glowing digital face. He had done it. He had snuck onto the hated Federation's shuttle and had planted the explosives himself. His commander would be proud. He had completed the mission, now it was a matter of waiting through the next two hours. Then he would end his life and the life of the man who had killed his family and countless members of his unit, the dreaded Neo-Nazi Colonel Herberg Schum. Aiden's palms began to dampen and his breathing hitched at the thought of it finally ending. Everything. The man would die, and then the Federation's politicians would have no muscle to use against the colonists. They would have to abort their attempts to kill off his people. All it would take is this one explosion, and the death of one man.
When he was faced with this mission he hadn't even hesitated. His comrades had families and friends and homes to return to after this war would end. He had nothing to lose. His family was all dead. He had no home to speak of, and Jennifer would miss him but she would move on. She was pretty and capable. He knew this mission was for him. He knew he was the only one strong enough and resourceful enough to pull through. Now all of the pawns were in place. The C-4 was neatly planted in the hull of the ship, beneath the plutonium reactor. In one hour and fifty-four minutes it would detonate while in the Earth's orbit. The Colonel was aboard on the fourth level. There was no way to escape even if they did find the bomb. Aiden had made sure to sabotage the escape pods and if they were to turn to land or try to emergency dock on a nearby resource satellite there would be no time, the nearest docking point was more than three hours away in every given direction.
It was fool proof.
A wave of satisfaction warmed over his chest. He took a deep breath and straightened his posture, tidying up the front of the navy blue and white security uniform he had stripped from a passing guard. It fit him remarkably well. He peered carefully into the semi-reflective porthole glass, smoothed back his dark brown hair and glanced at the storage locker he had stuffed the now unfortunately dead body of the uniform's former owner.
He had no remorse for the dead man. He would have been dead anyway in a few hours. He was, however, impressed with the man's taste in firearms. He gently pat the slight bulge on his left hip where the dead guard's Kember 1911 was now nestled.
"Now we sit and wait," he muttered down to it, a small licentious smile brightening his face.
Aiden knew he had less than two hours before the shuttle would detonate. Carelessly he glanced down at his watch and watched as a couple of seconds ticked away on its glowing digital face. He had done it. He had snuck onto the hated Federation's shuttle and had planted the explosives himself. His commander would be proud. He had completed the mission, now it was a matter of waiting through the next two hours. Then he would end his life and the life of the man who had killed his family and countless members of his unit, the dreaded Neo-Nazi Colonel Herberg Schum. Aiden's palms began to dampen and his breathing hitched at the thought of it finally ending. Everything. The man would die, and then the Federation's politicians would have no muscle to use against the colonists. They would have to abort their attempts to kill off his people. All it would take is this one explosion, and the death of one man.
When he was faced with this mission he hadn't even hesitated. His comrades had families and friends and homes to return to after this war would end. He had nothing to lose. His family was all dead. He had no home to speak of, and Jennifer would miss him but she would move on. She was pretty and capable. He knew this mission was for him. He knew he was the only one strong enough and resourceful enough to pull through. Now all of the pawns were in place. The C-4 was neatly planted in the hull of the ship, beneath the plutonium reactor. In one hour and fifty-four minutes it would detonate while in the Earth's orbit. The Colonel was aboard on the fourth level. There was no way to escape even if they did find the bomb. Aiden had made sure to sabotage the escape pods and if they were to turn to land or try to emergency dock on a nearby resource satellite there would be no time, the nearest docking point was more than three hours away in every given direction.
It was fool proof.
A wave of satisfaction warmed over his chest. He took a deep breath and straightened his posture, tidying up the front of the navy blue and white security uniform he had stripped from a passing guard. It fit him remarkably well. He peered carefully into the semi-reflective porthole glass, smoothed back his dark brown hair and glanced at the storage locker he had stuffed the now unfortunately dead body of the uniform's former owner.
He had no remorse for the dead man. He would have been dead anyway in a few hours. He was, however, impressed with the man's taste in firearms. He gently pat the slight bulge on his left hip where the dead guard's Kember 1911 was now nestled.
"Now we sit and wait," he muttered down to it, a small licentious smile brightening his face.
