Mister Gibson, our guests have arrived. Please prepare accordingly. Victor's men scattered into side rooms after securing the contents of the hold. The bay doors opened but despite the sudden influx of wind Saber didn't move from his spot other than the billowing cloak and the sword frog shaking on his side keeping his hands behind his back as the double bulkheads closed behind them.
His relay drone disintegrated in the distance to scramble itself as the crew returned to their duties. Price walked behind the Quinjet to meet with his guests greeting them with a genuflect and a bow. Welcome aboard Stratocarrier Percival, agents. What can I do for you?