Ashton and Anna sat in the cabin of the stealth ship as it descended towards the barren, desolate planet that housed the high-security prison. The ship's pilot, who surprisingly turned out to be Kass, sat at the controls.
Anna fidgeted nervously in her seat, her hands clenched in her lap. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked Ashton.
"Positive," he replied, reassuringly touching her thigh. "We've committed to shit way worse than this. Besides, Malekith has everything under control."
Kass turned to them, her red eyes glowing in the dim light of the cabin.
"We'll be landing in five minutes," she said. "I'll drop you off at the designated spot, and then I'll head back to orbit. I'll be back in six hours to pick you up."
Ashton nodded, double-checking his equipment. He wore a black tactical suit designed to be lightweight and flexible. A variety of weapons and gadgets were attached to his belt and strapped to his chest.
