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Gunny grinned at Petra's comment. "Keep moving, prisoner."

The entourage came to a stop though, outside a grand set of double doors, that lead into a blacklit conference room. Various tactical displays sat on the walls, but they were blank for the moment. In the center of the room, at a metal square table, sat Admiral Zekoff. Yuri moved across the room and stood at his back. Three Soviet guards in Space Armor stood at the back in full-body gear, helmets and oxygen tanks and all, with massive pistols on their hips.

Zekoff smirked, half his mouth curling up in a smile.

"Joseph Howard." Zekoff said, saying the name clearly. "We meet at last."

"Zekoff." The American Admiral replied curtly, before sitting down at one of the only two seats at the table- Zekoff already sat in the one on the other side.

"Shall we begin?" Zekoff asked.

"Of course." Admiral Howard motioned to Gunny over his shoulder. The pilot produced his combat knife from it's sheath, and immediately the Soviet guards in the room flinched, hands going to weapons.

Gunny looked over, widened his eyes, and made a dramatic display of cutting Petra's ziptie, before tucking the knife away again.

"Lieutenant." Zekoff said with a snap of his fingers, motioning for her to join Yuri.

The Zues 45 approached the Quetzel, and was met with radio contact.

"Zues 45 this is Quetzel, state the nature of your approach?"

Daniel glanced to Eden, and gestured for her to speak into the microphone. "Make it sound important." He whispered.