Tucking a second golden amulet in the shape of a closed fist into the breast pocket of his suit jacket, he picked up a pair of long black leather gloves, drawing them up his arms to cover the swirling silver runes engraved into his flesh. Unbuckling himself from his seat, he made certain that the gold medallion at his throat that marked him as a Mage was secure. He could see one of the launchers through the transparent steel window in front of him, a crudely hacked-together cradle mounted on a truck-but holding a very modern looking sensor suite and attack missile.
Heavy winds buffeted the spacecraft as the mountains around the massive hydroelectric dam channeled air down and over the immense man-made cliff.Īs the flames of the engines died away, he eyed the warning light on the console that informed him at least two surface-to-air missiles were locked onto the craft. The young man in the black suit set the shuttle down gently on the concrete pad.
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