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Jason looked and saw the forward section of the shuttle had broken away and was sitting on a set of spindly looking landing struts, the retrorockets underneath still belching out smoke and steam.
    "I'm putting us down just on the other side of where the fuselage hit. We'll use it for cover," Jason said as he extended the landing gear and raised the nose, flaring just before landing. "Lucky, grab me a couple of guns and meet me at the ramp." Once he felt the bump of the wheels touching the hard-packed dirt and the ship's weight settling he popped off his restraints and raced off the bridge without bothering to tell everyone else what he wanted. They knew what to do without him by this point.
    "The ejected capsule is just over one hundred meters behind us," Jason said as he accepted his railgun and a plasma sidearm from Lucky. "Our only priority right now is getting Crusher back. Everything else is now a secondary concern."
    "Understood, Captain," Lucky said, switching to combat mode as Jason walked over to open the pressure doors and drop the ramp.
    "Let's go," he said, jogging down into the dry, cool air of the desert evening and skirting around the edge of the main wreckage. He was shocked to see signs of life as they approached the capsule. One of the pilots had managed to pop the canopy open and was trying to climb out of his seat. Jason lined up on the open canopy and fired a single, low-velocity round from his railgun into it. It only put a small hole in the composite material, but the crack from the round hitting froze the pilot where he was, his eyes wide and fearful.
    "Don't even think about moving," Jason said as he approached within ten meters. "Is your partner dead?"
    "I ... I believe so," the pilot said. "Why would you do this? We're just delivery pilots."
    "Shut up," Jason snapped. "Lucky, check the other one. I don't want a faker shooting me in the back while I question this one. So you're claiming you're just an innocent delivery pilot?"
    "I am just an innocent delivery pilot!" the alien claimed shrilly.
    "So the loosely wrapped corpse you tossed out earlier is normal for your company?" Jason asked casually. "And the unorthodox high-speed escape you performed afterward?" The alien flinched, dropping his hands slightly.
    "This one is indeed dead, Captain," Lucky reported.
    "This one is about to be," Jason said, stuffing the muzzle of his sidearm up under the alien's chin. "Talk. We don't have much time before we have to run, so you'll either be here telling this to the authorities later or they'll be scraping your plasma-cooked brains off your canopy."
    "I don't know who the contractor was," the pilot said, seeming to deflate and resign himself to his fate. "It was a cash transaction and we were simply told where to be and when."
    "Was there any other cargo?" Jason pressed. "Specifically a Galvetic warrior? Or another tarp that was four times as large as the one you tossed out?"
    "No. I'd have remembered something like that," the pilot said. "One of the trio that loaded our shuttle was talking on a com unit about 'moving the other one' before we were given our destination coordinates. I'm not sure what that meant. Listen ... I'm in bad shape here. You're going to kill me anyway, could you make it quick?"
    "That's the spirit," Jason nodded. "I like realists, even pessimistic ones. But sorry, champ ... you get to sit here and suffer until someone bothers to come see what happened out here. I owe you that much. Let's go, Lucky."
    "The pilot will almost certainly die of his injuries before the authorities can arrive," Lucky said as they climbed back up the ramp.
    "Not my problem," Jason said. "What is my problem is that I've got a missing crewmate and no leads."
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    "While I sympathize with your situation, Captain Burke, there's not much I can do," Crisstof said, his hands spread wide.
    "What the hell are you talking about?" Jason demanded. "Of course there is. Talk to your contact in De'Moltia, the one who