“The Mercenary prowls the derelict ship, the chill of deep spaceencroaching upon the recently fail life support, the chill feels good to his kind. A breeze cuts through the halls as the remainingatmosphere is being sucked into space from a hole caused by his attack. This causes his light bending camo shroud to flap light aflag on a windy day. If the air gets to low his scared plasti-plate armor will automatically activate his transparent ballisticatmosphere helmet.

The target of this assignment hides somewhere in the dark. Using hisdisposable smart drone to both create light, scan the bulkheads for hidden compartments, in addition to running numerous other technicaltasks, and give him company. His targeting goggles connected to the drone, allows him see what it sees. The mercenary left behind hisheavy rail rifle, opting instead for a light fire magnetic pistol. No need in blowing another hole in the ship, that might cause it torupture and send him and his target flying into the frigid darkness of lifeless deep space.”