SPARTAN TRANSPORT CRAFT
2000 FEET OVER THE MEDITERRANEAN OCEAN
Theron watched as the pilot of the transport set the crafts flight controls to automatic and turn back to face him. The moon was just coming up and casting a long glow across the water.
"I have established a course that will take us around the major human and Alliance radar concentrations of either coast Holy One. We must maintain this height and speed to avoid being detected until we reach the Atlantic Ocean Basin." The Spartan pilot explained. "Once over the Atlantic we can increase to cruising speed. Do we know where we are going?"
Theron shook his head. "Not yet, but we will soon." He replied. "Patience Commander."
The pilot nodded. "We have waited three thousand years Holy One, we can wait another few hours. It is true?"
Theron smiled. "It is indeed." He replied. "I will be in the back with the others if you need me."
