"Looks like I dodged more than a bullet." Stitch says lying back in his chair at the keyboard of the computer interface. The escape pod continues to cruise through the air with ease.
"If i stayed there any longer i doubt i could have easily survived such an impact let alone escape without getting my head cleaved. Well everything comes with a risk. In the end I'm just glad I had enough time to copy all of their databases." Stitch blows out a plume of smoke in satisfaction as the adrenaline starts to leave his body, nicotine replacing it instilling a sense of calm.
*Altitude level stable at 5000 metres. Remain at current altitude?* The escape pod's robotic voice chimes out, maintaining a steady course through the air.
"Lower altitude level to 2000 metres remain cloaked, I want to observe the battlefield." Stitch says easily going through half a cigarette enjoying not having to look over his shoulder like he had been doing for months on end.
