Victer was awakened by a sudden shift in the ship, "Now we're moving," the merc muttered as the shuttle calmed down. Saint then cracked his knuckles and waited for a moment. Be awhile till they got down, he'd stay up and make sure if Gene needed a suicide gunner he'd have one. Victer had always loved that position. Cargo bay opened he'd be strapped to the bridge and fire against enemies, no cover, heightened g's, the constant chance that the straps would be shot apart, and the bullets whizzing past him. He'd never felt more alive then when he was pulling one of those to cover pa's ship's back.