"When is it ever?" Markus asked under his breath. 

They approached under the cover of the brush, creeping forward until they could hear the engines of the transports breathing as their engines were starting up or idling from some maintenance check. Huge, spacious hangers with open gateways stood unguarded and inviting, but both of them knew it wouldn't be quite that easy. 

"You know, a lot of places let you walk in as long as you act like you're supposed to be there," Jocasta remarked. 

"I'm aware, but right now I look like a mercenary who just survived a starship crash." He reminded her, gesturing at his armor and weapons. She wrinkled her nose but shrugged as if to say he made a good point. Looking back at the strip, the closest hanger was around forty meters away, and two men leaned against the huge plasteel walls, taking a smoke break it looked like. They were grey fatigues and hats that shielded them from the sun. Around their necks were large goggles. 

"Here," She said, shoving her gun into Markus' lap. "I'll go take care of those two. Just be ready to come back me up if need be, ok?" 

"What are you going to do?" 

"I got into Adan Gallanis's secret meeting as a singer, didn't I? Just trust me." She said. 

Despite their banter and this being her first job, Markus respected her skills. He nodded and sat back, but pulled out his Daiedron-C87 and leveled the weapon just in case. "Just watch your ass." 

"I'll watch my front, you watch my ass." She said with a wink, and then sauntered out of the treeline with the surety of a performer on their twelfth set. He had to admit, looking now, it was a nice ass.