EPTThis is crazy the Ghost thought. How long have they been operational?
He ignored an announcement that blared throughout the hangar and focused on capturing as many images as he could. Once satisfied he patted his suit for the tracking beacon. Then he remembered what General Taylor told him.
"Now I'm going to be giving you this beacon. It isn't an ordinary standard beacon. This baby is synced with your heart. Once your heart stops beatin' the beacon will activate."
"Why can't I use a standard beacon?"
"Because we want you back alive sonny. You're much to valuable to us. If you place the standard beacon, we can't risk the rebels intercepting the signal and finding you out. This way, even you die tryin' we'll still know where they are."
With the beacon now glued to the interior of the shaft he was crouching in, the Ghost knew it was time to high tail it. He had enough data to know the fleet size, fire-power capacity and average reaction ground-to-air times. The Empire will finally crush the rebellion.
He wound his way around the maze that was the ventilation system in the hangar. Half an hour later and without breaking a sweat he replaced the outside cover and grinned to himself thinking what he must look like. The inky blackness completely disguised him against the dark outer wall of the hangar. He whispered, "Time to move. Come get me Connie."
