> >"Dammit. Steven, you have three minutes," he said. He looked to the liason >officer. "Have the transporter people lock and hold on every one of our >people >now. When I give the order, beam them out. How many pads do we have >available?" he >asked. "Four our ten people, can we get them out in one or two cycles?"
Michael Nash was not the only one to be swearing. Upon hearing that he had half the time he initially thought, he called everyone's attention again. "Mr. Nash [OOC: I'm doing this for the "team speech" thing] has informed us that we our now officially out of time. Everyone, prepare to be evacuated." The lead security guard of the five they had brought with them signaled to him that all the security personnel were ready. He glanced at Maggie, Katya, Nabru, and Caimlyn to see whether they were ready to leave or not. Maggie was severely disappointed, but she nodded her readiness. She'd keep the Sig Sauer in her hand until they were safely back on the boat, however. "We're ready when you are, Michael." "Get them out of there," he told the liason officer. He hated pulling the plug so soon, but he'd seen what the Ramesar had done to the previous occupants. They would be no help to the South Hampton's crew if they were dead.
