There was no one waiting for Rolando and Kyriac. They stepped off the shuttle and into the small greeting area of the space port and not even a maintenance guy was there. The pilot's didn't seem bothered by it, so they gathered their gear and moved further on. Outside of the small ship greeting area was a larger common area that appeared to have some restaurants and desks for where people would direct others to catch shuttles to other places, but no one was there either.
"I don't think we're going to get flowers." Rolando dropped his gear and un-holstered his pistol making sure to put a round in the chamber. Kyriac took up a position by some chairs, his compressed plasma rifle slightly humming.
"I was hoping for chocolates, flowers die, chocolate is forever."
"That's bullshit, chocolate goes bad, I had bad chocolate on the rim it sucked." Rolando moved up from his position and got closer to the exit. He hand motioned Kyriac forward and the shorty crept over the chairs and sprinted to the front of a tourist station promoting the local attractions.
"I refuse to believe chocolate goes bad, I don't want to live in a world where that's true." The entrance, looked to have two people waiting, dressed in white with red highlights. To Rolando they looked like bad sports fans.
"Gentleman care to intervene in our discussion about chocolate?" Both men seemed surprised by Rolando just walking up to them. He could see they had some form of explosives in hand, possibly to blow themselves up. They didn't even pull the trigger on their devices, which made it easier for Rolando and Kyriac to do just that.
"Suicide bombers, inventive."
"Right Kyriac, but the question I have to ask myself as we stand over the dead bodies of two men, where is everyone else?"
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