Shar was walking through the hangar-bay, checking behind the boxes. She got right up to the the vehicle those terrorists used to crash-land inside. She frown and quickly turned in to check the inside. It was empty. So there were only two of them, the ones she saw earlier. One was bleeding out and second was nowhere to be found.
"Bridge this is Shar," she hit the comm-lines, asking a question after muting speakers on her helmet. "We have a bit of a problem. We can't seem to locate one of the targets. It is a laibe and it is somewhere in hangar or loading bay. Might be the service ducts, I would appriceate if you would tag him for me."
"Scans show several heat signatures in the shuttle bay, assuming the ones in the man bay are yours, there is only one heat signature below you in the shuttle bay. Advise caution though, there are several objects in the bay that are giving off heat so there is no positive way to determine which is alive and which is not." Came Sa'kiras response after a minute.
"None of us is downstair as far as I know bridge. Which heat signature is large enough to be laibe?" Shar asked, already moving to the hatch leaving down. The one closest to the place, where Laibe terrorist was last seen.
"Near the secondary entrance, western side of the shuttle bay nearest where one of those skiffs crashed."
"Possible hidden entrance I could use to get there? He or she will have the two main ladders covered." Shar needed to get a drop on the bastard.
There was silence on the comm.'s for a few moments, before Sa'kira came back. "There is a maintenance hatch on the eastern part of the bay that you can use to access the loading docks. Whether or not the enemy has it covered we can't answer, there are no sensors in that area."
"Roger that, Shar out." The black furred Daur covertly moved towards the hatch. She pointed at the two ladders going downstair and then at two members of the team that played at being OpFor, before this training mission became defense against terrorist assault.
Shar herself reached the maintenance hatch and opened it. She then squeezed inside and then slowly and silently moved through the space towards the loading bay. Hopefully it will give her chance to surprise the bastard downstairs.
The inside of the maintenance looked rather clean, but then again, the ship was still fairly new. There was another hatch on the far end that lead into the loading bay, beyond it she would hear someone breathing, quite heavily in fact.
Shar very quietly moved to the hatch, centimeter by centimeter. She could not count on hatch opening silently, but she had some idea as where her target was. It was good thing, she was down there once already that day. Helped her orient a lot better and told her where the terrorist was waiting.
She pushed the button and waited for the hatch to open as she leaned in and aimed where the terrorist was.
There a slight whining sound as the hatch began to open up; slowly it drew backwards as the breathing in the room stopped. From where Shar was, she would notice the terrorist on the far side looking straight at the hatch, either this terrorist hadn't notice her yet or had and was waiting to see what she would do; in either case, there was a rifle aimed in her direction.
"Anyone upstairs," Shar whispered into comms of her sound-closed helmet. "Make a very very very loud sound."
It took a moment, perhaps two, for there to be sound that attracted the terrorists attention - as he looked up at the grating above for a moment.
Shar aimed at his head. "Drop the gun or you are dead. I don't play." Shar said to him with ice cold tone of voice. She was ready to just pull the trigger if he moved. Her gun was set to stun, but even that could be dangerous as she aimed at his head.
The terrorist suddenly looked in Shar's direction and raised his rifle to fire, his finger moving over the trigger.
Shar did not hesitate, as soon as he looked down in her way she pressed the trigger and let out a burst of bolts. He had a choice and he blew it. She preferred this way anyway.
The first one hit the terrorist in the head, recoiling the head backwards while the second hit the neck. The terrorist fell up against the wall in a heap and slid down, their body twitched a few moments before it fell still.
Shar climbed out of the shaft and then creeped toward the man, aiming her gun on him the whole time. She kicked off his weapon, before she knelt down and checked for life-signs, expecting him to just fake it, although that was very very unlikely.
There was a very faint pulse; but from all appearances, he was out cold and wouldn't pose any further threats to Shar or the rest of the ship. Several items spilled out of the man's pockets, however, when he had fallen - including a book and a note.
Shar's curiosity did not let her just leave it. She picked up a note and read it. "I got him. Area clear," she radioed meanwhile. "He needs to see a doctor though. We would not want him to miss his future execution after all."
