[h2]Aden[/h2]

Aden never found whether Zoe had followed his earlier advice to stay in as his eye caught movement out a porthole. A column of uniforms making steady headed to the airship. 

Normally, Aden would have attributed such a movement to the daily life of the aerodrome. But Carter’s stunt and the event surrounding it had made his blood pressure spike. Alarm bells rung at the back of his head as the private spun in a boot and hurried for the airship’s main passageway.

Stopping briefly on his route to slip his R-01M over his back; from where it had been resting neatly against his bunk. Then it was back to the frigid air of the gantry and the now familiar thunk of the catwalk as his machine gun post grew nearer. 

Below the formation of soldiers was closer. The angle was awkward but the gun’s mount was very lenient. The private peering over the oversized sight as he settle in. 

He had no intention of firing first. But he also had no intention of dying here. Shot up over a pile of gold that technically belonged to no one at the moment. 

The fact that the post he currently manned was the one he had been shot at during the [i]last[/i] firefight over the gold; was not lost on him. 

Instead, he shoved the bundle of worry and laid a hand on a charging handle. Waiting.